I am in here.
What of the house I grew up in? It lay on a distant part of a hilltop field that overlooked the Ohio River. The field had been part of my grandfather’s farm. My grandfather, I should tell you, was not a farmer, nor did he even have the basics of the farmer’s art, having grown … Continue reading The house I grew up in
With the blue of the sky today, you’d think there had never been anything else but spring here, though I still have residual shivers. Getting out of the car at home today: suspended over the driveway, a single tent worm, dangling on 15-20′ of web-strand, from the oak by the driveway. No other signs of … Continue reading tentworms
So, okay, according to the response I got from Other Patti (who is wiser beyond her comprehension) (and she should just read this and shut up and not respond), there is a discrepancy between what Other Patti (and lots of other readers, I assume) and I see as the definition of hide. She sees it, … Continue reading commas freedom paragraphs verb
The yard itself was a couple of acres. Nothing says “rich” more than a couple of acres of grass that has to be mowed with a tractor. At the edge, just at the drop-off of the hill to the river, was a row of boxwood bushes, rounded like great green pompoms, or that was the … Continue reading how I hid, part 1
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