My Backyard

You won’t believe me, but beyond the weeds there is a lake. You know, a body of water. Wet stuff that normally moves and is habitable to different water dwelling creatures such as fish, frogs and turtles. 


Well, not anymore.

Those plans were apparently cancelled by that salty, surly bastard known as Old Man Winter of Indiana.

However, tomorrow is The Great Thaw (if only temporary). A balmy, sweaty 47 degrees on Sunday!

Break out your tank tops and shorts, fellow Hoosiers.

It’s going to be a hot one.

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Brandon L. Rucker

Brandon L. Rucker is a musician and writer of fiction, nonfiction and journalism. Armed with grammar and diction, plus an uncanny sense of rhythm and melody, he is at-large and potentially dangerous. Be wary.

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