Archive for November, 2010
To the grapes, the sun, the soil, and the spirit of what we call France.
Instead of Waiting for Mother Courage, baiting Mother Earth….
Walk down a lane overhung with trees in the never-never land of autumn, and you will forget about time and death, lost in the sheer delicious spill of color. [Pause.] If you have a child’s heart.
Dave will understand. This is — probably — written only for him.