A Gust Into the Garden

Bouncing right through the unlatched patio screen door, I rolled straight out onto the sunlit stone pavers! Whoop! A fresh midday breeze swooped under my knot, nudging me in three grand hops past a clay flowerpot. Ahead sat a low, woven wicker garden bench. I darted underneath into the cool shade, and—thump-squeak! My smooth, taut side bumped into an abandoned hollow plastic tennis ball. Zing! Static instantly pulled a tiny dried dandelion seed head onto my curve like a fuzzy button! As I nudged the tennis ball with a buoyant wiggle, it rolled alongside me, rumbling over the rough slate while I settled comfortably into the shadowy corner.