It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have an excerpt from Pines & Violets, the final book in my Colors of Love series.
Do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
The girls thundered down the stairs and out the door, eager to get their toys into their bedroom. I followed, a sweet wind whistling around the sharp angles of the house, carrying so many different types of birdsong I couldn’t identify them all. I made a mental note to try to discover each song and who it belonged to before I went home after Labor Day. What else would there be to do around here besides catalog birds? It wasn’t exactly a hotbed of fun activities. Maybe it would be something the girls would like to do with me. I’d need to buy some binoculars. We could take walks. There were several paths leading to the pond, hiking trails I was sure. Over the next hour of carrying bags and coolers of food into the house we played the thousand questions game. I tried to answer them as they flew in but after a bit I just gave up. It was like playing tennis against two opponents.
“Daddy! Are there fish in the pond?”
“Daddy! Look at the clouds! They’re so puffy. We don’t have puffy clouds like them back home!”
“Daddy! Can we swim in the pond or will we get frog spit in our hair?”
“Daddy! What kind of tree is that?”
“Daddy! Why is the grass so tall? Is that for the deer to hide in?”
“Daddy! Can we go see Auntie Paula soon? We need her woman smarts to pick out what to wear to catch lightening bugs. Do we have bug jars?!”
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