Photo by Caden

He laughed as the rollie-pollie ran from his hand to his arm. “It tickles,” he said to his brother. His brother, all business said, “Stop playing around Reed, don’t you want to get ice cream?” They both worked weeding the garden with the reward of ice cream their pot of gold at the end of the sticky hot rainbow.

The little boy giggled as the rollie-pollie continued his climb up his arm. He didn’t say anything more, just giggled softly as the…