It seemed like an ordinary day, just dressing to grocery shop, take out the trash and even looked sunny! I opened the door. Cars parked, not unusual, the yard across the street with its odd shrubs and trees, but then I looked up. The gobbles were coming!
(When my oldest granddaughter hated being strapped in a car seat she would throw a screaming fit. Her dad stopped it by telling her to look out the window to the dark gray clouds, telling her they were the gobbles and if she wasn’t good…it only took a crack in her window and she’d settle down.)