Sketches in ink - 41 When first they fell on the concrete at my kitchen door the pale pink and white petals of the almond blossoms danced as I passed and fluttered about as the wind gathered up its gustiness. Is spring on its way? Now rain-sodden and forlorn, they are nothing more than a... Continue Reading →
Live things
How utterly absorbing it was to delve into the web and the weft of the words woven by another.