Imagining a Changed Place – Margaret Adkins
Imagining a Changed Place If it’s me that ends up alone at our breakfast table I’ll still eat an apple, slowly baked the night before, with honeyed nuts in yogurt. But I’ll focus on the wren outside, finding tiny fragrant spiders tucked up in rosemary blooms – and when she sings, I’ll watch her nebule … Continue reading Imagining a Changed Place – Margaret Adkins