Above my laptop, I can peer through the grime of the tiny four-paned window in the gable end of the house and glimpse passing sheep or maybe one of our three cats. The tortoise-like shell of a collapsed shed contains the abandoned gleanings of a hoarder to whom we once granted temporary storage space. Last… Continue reading Life as a Mature Student – Part 1
Writer / Woodcarver / Tree-whisperer
Geoff King 