Recently a couple of people have commented upon my extended absence from these pages. Maybe I stopped writing here because every time I opened the page I saw my boy Wyatt smiling at me. Or maybe I ran out of things to say. I am under no illusion that what I have to offer is unique or necessary.
I talk of the seasons and goings-on in nature because these are the rhythms I live by. I have no illusions that you follow these flows as avidly as I do.
Yet sometimes I just feel the need to get ideas down in print. Usually I procrastinate until the need goes away. I've become quite good at it.
So. What shall we talk about?