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. ...
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...
“I’m gon’ try these on,” Daddy said, grunting and folding over his belly. He sighed, lay back on the sofa, and lifted his legs in a wordless request for assistance. During the Normal Daddy Days, I never would have touched him like that. Once I dropped a cheese puff on his cr...