a dog running beside a man
What Really Matters
This is a small piece of writing I’ve dug out of my computer, where it has been sitting for years..
On telling a woman to smile
Here’s a post that I wrote before the pandemic. It doesn’t make me feel nostalgic for crowded streets and unrestrained pub opening.
Epiphany
Epiphany came a few days ago. It’s a traditional time to take down the Christmas decorations. I’ve been thinking of the work of previous years, when, after putting holly over doorways, I rescued some of the orchard trees from big tangles of ivy, making long garlands to run along curtain poles and around mirrors.