Isn't it self explanatory?
Gryfe Thistle Puccini June 6, 2008—October 17, 2018 He was a pal and a friend always We rambled round in the hard ol' days He never cared if I had no dough We rambled round in the rain and snow And here's to you my ramblin' boy May all your rambles bring you joy… Continue reading Here’s to you, my rambling boy
Dearest You, Here we are again. Since I last wrote she did, indeed, go to college, and had a fantastic first year, and a happy summer, and now she's back there again, a sophomore and doing well. We miss her like crazy, especially on the weekends, and on the weekdays, and the mornings, and oh… Continue reading In our circles
Five days later and I still can't think about Friday without emotion. It was a long day of ceremony, starting at 8 in the morning with a whole-school awards ceremony followed by Senior Class Day, where my resolve not to cry began to unstitch the moment I heard the first notes of music in the… Continue reading Graduation 2017
They assembled on the green on Thetford Hill for a group photo on Sunday evening in blue and white robes (according to their taste), then went into the church two by two. The program of events had Hyla giving her speech right after the processional, so up she went and hushed the crowd with her… Continue reading Baccalaureate 2017
Don't say anything; you'll just start me crying...
For the first time since the kids were born, May gave us a true spring day (an afternoon, at any rate). Poor Darcy had been cooped up in the barn for nearly a full week. It was time to throw the doors open. The rest of the herd was down in the pasture, so I… Continue reading Our darling buds of May
Darcy kept us waiting six days. She seemed unbothered by it all. It was just the humans who were anxious, all the way through yesterday morning when I suggested maybe we should talk to the vet to see if we should be concerned. Of course, that's what did it. Like taking an umbrella along to… Continue reading Here we are now
Sometimes the only way to start is just to start. * The cats and I are playing a game today. The game goes like this: they sit on the windowsill to my left, close enough to my ear that I can hear their ears twitch. I get out of my chair and they dash for… Continue reading Stasis
Not so long ago, I wrote about community, about gathering together to shine a little light. Like families, some communities exist because of proximity, or a specific current urgency (an election, for example), or because of existing relationships, or because you fall in and they love you and keep you and why would you want… Continue reading True North
