Dear Talula:
Heard it’s been raining quite a bit there lately. Frequent flash flooding, they say. Sounds messy.
Certainty you haven’t forgotten to dry off your feet at the door.
Mud on the red rug would set Nana off.
No one wants that.
To be fair though – no one aspires to own a muddy rug.
Unless the mess is what you’re trying to address.
Miss you,
Joy
9am poem