By Maureen Barron The path starts at the fields given over to money making whooping windmills. They say the blades kill the flying birds in the dark! I hope they don't. Why do I have to worry? It spoils things. Don't think! Dog daisies and Hawthorn hedges glimmering from sun's rays. On through the meadows … Continue reading Lockdown Walk Through Memory Lane
Academy of the Heart And Mind 