It’s Friday again. Already. Suddenly. Thankfully. Each year I manage to forget the slip–slide feeling of transitioning to a school year schedule. We don’t quite have our rhythm down yet here in the Wee, Small House. But it will come.
Meanwhile, I’m going to keep the roundup short and sweet this week, just sharing one poem with you. It’s one of my old favorites, and I’m still intrigued by its opening line: “I think this place was often a village” (a great prompt for the writers in the readership: I think this place was often a _____ ). I’m still intrigued by the idea of “the place where / deals were made.”
Happy Friday to you!