All the greens go brown. The bats and swallows looping and swooping. The sinking sun makes us 20 feet tall in our shadows. Autumn walks. T-shirt and scarf weather. Horse chestnuts and beech nuts crunch like a bowl of healthy cereal underfoot. The sycamore helicopters dizzy dance down to the ground. All the berries, all […]
The only thing I know of that my parents had in common, is that they both gave me an Opinel No. 8 fishing knife when I was a teenager. This is independently, and after being separated for over 15 years. They are both still sharp. The knives, that is.
