The Moth Radio Hour: Great Expectations

3118.816 - 3144.566 Salima Saxton

There was an afternoon last summer. I was sitting in the garden in the farmhouse that we now live in. And it was sunny. And I was watching my husband and my son tear up the lawn on the ride on Moa. There were my two girls, and they were leading their friend's horse, Stan, to get a bowl of water just inside the front door. And there was our cat, Tigger, failing to catch a mouse in the hedgerow.