Magic Stones
March 28, 2014 § Leave a comment
Magic because they are so gorgeous and full of story. My grandfather unearthed them as he worked the fields.
Remember?
March 21, 2014 § Leave a comment
Do you remember, Province, when you could see the bare ground beneath your feet? When you could be outside without your breath catching on the cold? When you were bothered by bugs but you didn’t care because sunshine and green growth and lazy days at the lake! Never fear, that time draws near again. I’m hopeful some stones will be discovered with the thaw.
The Best
March 19, 2014 § Leave a comment
Province, my friend Stephen is not only a superb human, he is also the best supporter of HiddenTyndall. He deserves a shout out, so: Gratitude and enormous appreciation to you, Mister Murrah! This frozen province misses you and Missus Murrah too.