(True story, unfortunately.) It was a zippity-doo-da New England spring day….the kind you only dream about in the dead of winter. Birds sang, the sun shone, the azure sky was dotted with lazy cotton ball clouds. It was 2004, the first spring in our new home, and we reveled in each emerging perennial. The red…
Ratty Ole Bathrobe
There were other things I planned to write about today. My Ratty Ole Bathrobe just wasn’t in the mix. But like you, I can’t predict what’ll happen in a day. That’s the fun. Like a magnet, my pen’s attracted to the action. When Jon returned from Nepal last fall (a poet: me!) he brought souvenirs. Good ones…
