Reflections, Seasons
Hannah’s Haying
Reflections, Seasons ·
Hannah’s Haying
Reflections, Seasons ·
By gilliankc
For September it’s unseasonably hot, and hotter still up here. The smell of dried garlic and last year’s hay lingers in the thick heat that has risen from downstairs and swarmed through the loft’s slatted sides and roof. We stand, hands on our hips or weight shifted to one side, surveying the space. Read More...