About a Chaffinch

I was strolling barefoot through the garden Thinking about what to write to you this week When I came upon a fallen chaffinch, Under a withered rosebush. Had I not been minding my toes through the grass, I would have not seen it. Such are most men - tall enough not to look down as … Continue reading About a Chaffinch

Hey, I’m Sorry About It

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry about it, you know? I’d really like to read your blog. But I never seem to find the time. I know you're putting a lot of effort into it. I know it takes time. Maybe you even plan things ahead and deny yourself simple comforts to do it. I admire that. … Continue reading Hey, I’m Sorry About It