Many years ago I lived in Iceland. I went to the university my junior year of college, and then worked on a sheep farm for the summer. I have pictures and should scan them before they fade away (cheap 110 camera film doesn’t last that long, although I updated to Read more…
One by one Adhar and his brothers turned to look at her as she came up the road to the forge, leading Hotshot, saddled and bridled, her pack of provisions tied tightly behind the compact English saddle and herself dressed for a journey in her sturdy jeans, heavy hiking boots, Read more…
Spring has come to Austin. The plum (or peach, but I think it’s plum and it never bears fruit anyway) is resplendent. I am going to sound like Anne of Green Gables, but it’s like the tree is wearing her finest raiment. If I were 12 and an orphan, I’d Read more…