Change, that thing that insists

Posted by wrjones on Jun 6, 2011 in Blog | 0 comments

As now, when next door the tall pine trees I have, during 15 years of looking through a tall window next to my desk, begin to disappear. One, during the time it took to take two sips of coffee, close my Facebook page, and start typing this. The house next door, a one-story brick built in the fifties, will be next to go. Hazel’s husband, the last of three, was rolled...