In the morning we discovered (actually we know), that while grass is soft and easy to set up on, things tend to be a little (or, in this case…A lot) damp in the morning. A yard sale later in the day will be on the “to-do list” for sure. The day was filled with endless...
the one that leads south from our house between stream and irrigation ditch across the plain to the small village of Ferrazze. It’s a walk of long, wet grass full of croaking frogs, of sluices raised or lowered on either side of you, of channels fanning out across the fields. ...
“Bobbin, why do you have to be so nasty?” Mother scowled. “I gave the perfect hint, didn’t I?” I defended myself. Hours before my father had retreated to the bedroom. I slipped under the sheets on the other side, which Mother permanently vacated months ago. I lay next to Dadd...