A Sycamore Of Hope
Took a walk, Irish and I, down to the coves, through the old orchard and I let her run free of the leash, as I usually do. She didn’t race ahead like a bullet from a gun this time, instead just a nod and turned to trot just a little ahead, venturing farther as we made our way along the trail, sniffing all the news … Continue reading A Sycamore Of Hope