A Pocket Full of Posies: Rosemary8

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Rosemary grinned liked a Cheshire Cat all the way back to the parking lot, a 60-day extension clutched firmly in hand. Take that Clyde! Going to the top paid off. It was worth sitting in the rigid plastic chair for hours, waiting for the County Supervisor to have time to see her. At first, seeing his piercing glare, she doubted she’d see success.

Once she started laying gout the plans – the fundraisers ahead, the work days scheduled, the marking plan to implement, and photos of the site, including the precious, furry faces – he’d relented.

“I don’t see any reason to deny this request. Your plan to comply with bringing the violations up to code is well thought out. There aren’t any prior problems or concerns. I’m confident that you will meet the deadline and will pass the inspection satisfactorily.”

A quick signature on the bottom of the form and she out of there.

With this task completed, her mind switched gears and began working through the next steps for the BBQ fundraiser.

Miles passed. She followed the roads home by rote, barely noticing where she was.

A flash of light in front of her, followed by a cracking boom, caught her attention. Thoughts of seating, food and beverages fled her mind. Ominous gray skies hovered over the route towards the shelter and filled her with dread.

Looks like one of my Daddy’s Arkansas gully washers, she muttered. Or toad stranglers as Grandpa used to call them. She pressed harder on the gas pedal urging the minivan to go faster.

I have to get home and bring Coco inside before this hits. The coffee colored poodle didn’t handle storms well. She’d be a quivering mass huddled in the corner. Rosemary couldn’t let the little thing suffer through the tempest alone.

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18 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sarah Cass
    Jun 10, 2014 @ 14:38:42

    So glad she got her extension!! Hope that the storm passes quickly and she can get on with her plans.


  2. Sherry Gloag
    Jun 10, 2014 @ 21:28:29

    I hope she doesn’t get caught in the storm.


  3. Vicki Locey
    Jun 10, 2014 @ 21:47:41

    Hope she isn`t caught in that storm!


  4. Author
    Jun 10, 2014 @ 22:55:18

    Poor pup. I hope she gets home in time! AND I love that you used gully washer, too. I love that phrase.


  5. jeanjoachim
    Jun 11, 2014 @ 16:25:48

    Great post — toad strangler?? LOL. Love your expressions and that she’s racing home to comfort a dog afraid of storms.


  6. kballauthor
    Jun 15, 2014 @ 22:57:10

    love it- my mom’s name was Rosemary- your story always makes me smile


  7. morgan k wyatt
    Jun 16, 2014 @ 01:17:28

    I’m thrilled she got her extension. I was worried. As for dogs being afraid of storms, I’m not sure I know any that aren’t. Think of thunder as intense growling.


  8. Iris B
    Jun 18, 2014 @ 01:16:20

    Let’s hope she gets back in time ….


  9. Stefan Ellery
    Jun 29, 2014 @ 00:56:11

    Hope she gets coo inside in time.


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