The rains came. They were waiting–seeds under the ground ready to grow at the slightest hint of moisture.

So they grew and grew.

And the rain came as regular as a sprinkler on a timer.

Then the lawnmower broke.

And still they grew. Taller and ever taller.

Until this:


Now, we are managing to find the plants that have been buried and expose them to the light again. 2 garbage cans full of weeds and 3 contractor-sized garbage bags. We have about 2/3rds of the garden to go.

Until next time, stay safe.



About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.
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1 Response to Peek-a-boo

  1. This is when I’m glad I don’t have a back yard anymore. 🙂 Stay safe.

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