There were many warm meetings of minds in the garden this morning, despite last night’s frost and an early mist.
The forecast is for the hottest day of the year so far. I’m battening down the hatches. Or the Summer equivalent.
Personal narratives are something we all construct, even if we choose not to share them. We invent them. Weave them. Like making up reasons for what we did after it’s already happened; as if there were some considered rationale or deliberate reasoning before it was done. Which there probably wasn’t. But we can be very […]