“No gifts, I don’t need anything,” I’ve been saying it for years on birth- and holidays. And then there are people (in this case my mother-in-law) who come up with a gift I didn’t know I needed.
The bird has landed. Better said: the robins have landed.
Everyone in our valley is talking about it: the harvest is coming. Almost, almost, quasi, quasi. Checking the trees daily as if they were caring for children…
“Do you know how to connect the wells?” my husband says. “No.” “You have to know this. Come here, I’ll explain it.” I look down in…
Yes, we’re married but we never threw a fuck-off party. Maybe now is the time to start with ours. Preferably under the 300-year-old oak tree.
