Treasure Under Our Toes
By: Donna Tavano
Our son had his hands full that dreary early spring day a few weeks ago. Mom was working, there was no school, the kids were bickering, and the dogs were being their usual annoying selves, having been cooped up for too long. The walls closed in and nature beckoned. He marshaled the motley group together and deftly herded a pug, a huge chocolate lab and a five and seven year old (who could have used some tethers ...