My tired eye's have seen enough. Click the cello after you read below, Augie March most appropriate to the context of my yarn below. Hamish When The Boat Comes In. Wine, oysters, your love.  Her. Sunlight. A stiff breeze. Salt and laughter fill your smile; her smile. Love!  Oh love!  Your love.  Your love, her... Continue Reading →

Another oldie by request. Click the picture above when you are finished. Our deepest sympathies to all in and part of the Cave household. Our thoughts are with you on the loss of your wee boy. H xxx God's thoughts on lawns   GOD:   Francis, you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world... Continue Reading →