17 years ago, my best friend and I said, "I do".
Words to remember as time moves on.
A random moment involving one cat, a red door and my morning walk. Which evolved into a poem from a wannabe poet.
It's been a bittersweet month. No, I'm not referring to the darkest of chocolates, just a mixed bag of all sorts.
Sitting with the Squire by the duck pond, there was not too much dialogue happening; we were immersing ourselves in what was happening around us.