There was an old Lilac outside my childhood bedroom window. It wasn’t a great bush, or tree. Whichever it was, it wasn’t the fin…
The Summer Of Our Lives
When it rains now it only rains for some of the day. When the clouds come, they never stay. When the sun warms in the morning it stays warm …
Oh Henry
I can’t quite read the name of the boat. ENRY is all I can see, the rest blocked by the odd inboard/outboard engine protruding from th…
This October
How I love the summer. The distinct scenery that is uniquely this place, the bright blues and deep greens, the white topped waves falling in…
October Boating
Yesterday while you were working, the lake did what it does in October. It went quiet. Sure, the lake goes quiet during the days that came f…