as the early equinox weather rolls in. I’ve got the main doors to the house open and there are more beasties on the air this year, more butterflies to throw the lounger cat into a trance. Maybe there’s hope for nature yet. I go walking when I can, get out on the dirt paths and under the trees. I feel done with cars, rather have a horse – if the horse didn’t mind carrying me around now and again. But I’ve no country pad, no stable for my Jolly Jumper and no workable plan to fund one. I’m as windblown as the comma, sipping my afternoon coffee and cloudgazing.
