Izzie was hiding under the bed, hiding from me. It was frustrating, it was amusing to see how she rapidly ran away from my torture on her feet. Only her hand was visible, her delicate long fingers […]
It is spring, nature following its course, has awakened, having abandoned my garden all winter, I hasten this day to give it again an acceptable form. My tools in hand, I am busy. After a few hours mowing, clearing, pruning, restructuring, I allow myself time to marvel at this idyllic landscape.