Evening Dugout Roster

I walked back in from the community garden and climbed straight up the sofa armrest to our dugout! Resting between the knitted pillows was my whole lineup of gear. I pulled the clover-stamped seed envelope from my pocket and slid it flat under the wooden popsicle stick bench, right next to the rolled menu playbook and my whistle. With both hands, I patted the warm fleece blanket smooth around them. Everything is stored orderly and ready for whatever rally comes tomorrow.