Curations from the Human Jungle
April "T.S. Eliot said 'April is the cruelest month,' and I say 'Why did T.S. need four extra words to state the obvious?'” Grace looks up from her coffee. "I really haven't spent a lot of time pondering that issue." Henry has not been awaiting her response and is quickly in full rant mode. “'April,'”... Continue Reading →
[After what seems like a long digression, we are back in Vermont, coping with the slow development of Spring. SB SM] April "Whatchu doin', Henry?" Emmanuel "Manny" Mannucci has parked in the driveway of The 'Stead and walked back to the garden, a professional realtor with a perpetual eye on The 'Stead, the property owned... Continue Reading →