Life and Living

Time MARCH(es) ON

MONDAY 1st I concentrated so hard on cutting the butternut on Monday night, watching the serrated but blunt knife slice a little strip off each cut circle. It didn’t help. My eyes started stinging (no, not onion) and my heart felt a distinct unsettling. I’d just waved goodbye to my eldest child, my only son,… Continue reading Time MARCH(es) ON