Do you ever explore a place you already know well, peep its secrets, reacquaint yourself with its corners and alleys? From my dining room table, I noticed a vibrant orange glow illuminating the windowpanes and rim around the air conditioner. From the deck, we spied an electric sunset. Yesterday morning, Boon and I walked the […]
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There is light in my lady’s house . . . She and our lovable Grape reside in a homey boghouse, newly cozy, where the crackling woodstove dries out the drips and damp brought in from walks in the soggy yard and rain days along the creek. From the middle of the living room, the hungry, iron mouth chomps […]