Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Why is it that the more that is going on, the less we seem to record it? In these last few weeks of drought, we have almost no notes in Richard's calendar. Some day we will look back on that calendar with its empty spaces, and think: "There was nothing going on." But we will scratch our heads and remember. There was a lot going on.
Posted by Butterfly Hill Farm, at 5:23 PM