Sharing our stories, sharing ourselves

Because, god forbid, if we don’t, we will all be so utterly alone.

“Some Little Talk of Me and Thee There Was”, by Harry Willson Watrous (New York Public Library, via Picryl.)

Light rain is falling outside as I type this, Friday afternoon, just back from a dog walk, looking out on my courtyard garden beyond my office window … the dog towels on the clothesline getting wet, so too the muslin I used to strain yoghurt for …