Today's posts

If we are living away from where we grew up, we miss many things.  One of these is knowing that the books we have always loved and turn to again and again were written close at hand by the rivers and under the skies that we know.  Hence today’s poem.

Today is the last episode of Anne’s story and, for now at least, we will leave her and Harvey and Henry to get on with their lives on their own without us watching over the fence.