Yesterday, upon the stair / I met a man who wasn’t there / He wasn’t there again today / I wish, I wish he’d go away …

The poore Cotager contenteth himſelfe with Cob for his wals, and Thatch for his couering….

In our first years here, though we had neighbors within a comfortable half mile, we could see not a single light at night except stars and moon and the glow on the sky above the valley conurbia.

She is getting more and more accustomed to the cold