The Weeds Have Grown Up Around The Stone Fire Ring
(working draft…) The weeds have grown up around the stone fire ring; morning glories twist filigree about the wrought iron table and the lane is laid in gold with last year’s grass, a few bold saplings, sticky burdock and the soft fallen limbs of carefully inventoried trees. The big oaks look good, the hemlocks by…
Another Bonus Picture: Swimming Kids
Not much time to write while watching my kids and their teammates kick butt and qualify for the state swimming championships. Boo-yah. Here’s a picture to make up for my silence. It started with this band of ragamuffins right here, about 8 years ago.