Our bright morning, yesterday, turned into a rainy afternoon, then as it was growing dusk, I was drawn outside by the light, and by the wild and wonderful sky. I never grow tired of it. Nor the sound of night creatures singing their tunes. Frogs and cicadas, I suppose. The night before, we brought in … Continue reading Wild things
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Winter is back. Not the pretty, snowy kind, but the blustery, get into the cracks, raw, miserable, wet kind they always had when I was in England. In those days it was the only kind and Summer wasn't a lot different. Before climate change disrupted everybody's weather. I've even got the sore throat that always … Continue reading Red?