Normal exhausted out of time
Water and Words on a Wet Wednesday
The novelty of alliteration, discovered in childhood (a time that often seems like a million years ago to me now) never really faded. At forty-something I should probably be able to think and write with much greater sophistication than a lazy reliance on such an easy and obvious literary device allows. But I just can’t […]
A Sunday Garden Snippet
Today is a day for thinking about doing. Not actually doing.
