Short Stories

And So It Goes (With Apologies to K.V.)

As I prepare to depart the Meadow, memories drift to the surface now and again. Some are quite ordinary. Others, surprise even me. I could wax eloquently on soggy but succulent springs (have you any idea how many dozens of greens can be counted in your average forest?), and golden summers with the ¬†whispering crackle […]