Slowly God is returning my time to me and I’m faithfully loosening my grip. Subbing at school is dwindling and…
stables
War-Horse…
Below freezing days mean coats for the horses. Even the ones who spend all their time outside and are hardy.…
The Winery Down the Road…
Opportunities aren’t just handed out on a silver platter. My mother was a great one for reminding me of that……
Riot of Colour…
There is a place in the ancient woods where I take my walk that is a dumping ground for trees…