In, around and beyond our village
February 23rd dawned early for us. The night before, the much-dreaded forecast of freezing rain had come to fruition. Our long lane was a skating rink. Impassable. Thankfully and with great foresight, Steve had moved the car to the front field, sanded the two hilly spots and left a bucket of sand near the car.
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My granny’s name is Fenny because she comes from Fennyland.
Emails were exchanged, enthusiasm abounded, dates were set and changed, and in the end, we landed on a spectacular morning to set out on a ride of discovery.
Everybody’s got to be happy. Everyone should sing
For we know the joy of life, the peace that love can bring.
Silence speaks when words cannot.
This communion with the creatures that inhabit the land, waters, and skies where I live, fills me with awe and joy and I stood transfixed enjoying my good fortune.
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Stories came not just from my father’s imagination or the books we read, stories also came every week in a letter from my grandmother to my mother, and by extension, to all of us.
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Most days we were alone, amidst rocks as old as time and trees as magnificent as their predecessors.
The sky is almost always mesmerizing, never static.
Wandering Wakefield 