Spring is coming, sighed the wind. Soon hot summer will be nigh, and you will sleep again. Stay in this place, where the white snow falls always and the bright stars wheel in the dark sky. Stay where the moon is ringed with mist, and the ice is black underfoot. (Selections from my short story “Lonely Cries The Winter Wind.”)
With the sale of The Unexpected Miss Bennet, I have allowed myself to look for a horse. As anyone who buys a horse knows, it’s not the initial expense that hurts, it’s the upkeep and the miscellaneous expenses that kept me from looking for many years. But now I’m in a good secure place where I can own and maintain my own horse. So the first horse is Gus. He’s about 10 years old, a Read more…
A quick post-by to let you all see what I just got in my email this morning: