Week Three

Irma pulled aside the curtain on the front door, peeked out, then stepped outside to check the weather.  No point in getting dressed until you knew about the weather.  Fifty-three degrees.  Partly sunny.  Okay.  Turning to go back inside, her attention was caught by the holly bush at the bottom of the front steps.  It was sprinkled here and there with shiny gold stars, about the size of a dime.  Moving closer, she poked at one, and it fluttered to a lower branch.