When Hazel was a kitten, she

would climb the drapes, wanting to see what life looked like from up above. It wasn't mischief, it was love! of exploration and adventure. And folks, here's where I should mention: Haze was born into a barn, where climbing things could do no harm and walking on the rafters was the favourite pastime of her … Continue reading When Hazel was a kitten, she

Break the walls

The outdoors with its careless wings and scavenging feet invades through the brick and wood and breathing spaces of my July home. Hidden passageways open their secret doors: grasses, crumbs, and damp dark spaces compel the frontier crossers, oblivious to my imagined boundaries. Sheep come through the rail fence spiders decorate the ceiling corners ants … Continue reading Break the walls