as if it were the only thing

Yesterday, with Sian and a Baird cousin from Rhode Island, we visited Drumdruills. Florence, who has been ‘Custodian’ of this farm and orchard for over 40 years now, was so … Continue reading as if it were the only thing

There often didn’t seem words for

Mossgrove garden, yesterday:

to speak our life as we feel it is a freedom

From my study window [a broken-clock sanctum] I look out onto this bird-table: To play my short film ‘To speak our lives as we feel it’ please click here or … Continue reading to speak our life as we feel it is a freedom

The Fleuron

Monday past was unseasonably mild. On this day I pedalled my bike back to the Wharry glen [the place of my earliest memory]. On a stone, in the middle of … Continue reading The Fleuron