Dad’s Perfectly Imperfect Bench
My father built the bench when my husband and I bought our first house. He had some oak left from a project, and put the bench together quickly. Too quickly, […]
Knowing crows
They’re terrible birds,says my granddad, an old farmer.Eating the crops, making a mess.We always used to shoot themwhen I was a boy. I watch for them,to see them glide and […]