I can pretty much assure you that there will be late night sessions, campfires, some smuggled in beverages and assorted snacks, some homesick letters and phone calls and a whole lot of fun going on. And if April is too crazy a month for you, they’ll set up the tents again in July. More black flies, but warmer… Continue reading →
Many geese flying over head in the night.
Smallest of crocus •
hiding in the pathway grass •
surprising my feet. Continue reading →
But this close to real spring is enough to get past ordinary to pretty darn good. Continue reading →
I lean over a little closer to give him some ear kisses and he head bumps me BLAM right on the nose. Continue reading →
I was brought up in the great tradition of the late nineteenth century: that a writer never complains, never explains and never disdains.
