Coiled Path

I waddled past the brick border toward the patio corner. Okay! A thick green garden hose was resting in a big neat coil on the flagstone. It made a curved ramp just right for my feet. I climbed onto the lowest loop with both front feet. The rubber felt cool and slightly ribbed under my plastron. In the middle hole of the coil, a little dry dandelion puff was caught. I stretched my neck out and tapped it with my nose. A few fuzzy seeds floated softly onto my shell. Yes, that was fun. I sat right on the green curve.