As the sun snuck below the sky on a crisp Monday evening, I arrived early to my dance studio on High Street and received horrible news – the studio was closing. I sat right down and stuck my nose in a book to avoid openly crying.
Late last fall, Firefly the Scottish Highland Cow (shown above) gave birth to a beautiful bull calf. After a heated vote at a staff lunch, he was named Hank. Hugh was a close second, but after getting to know him, he’s totally a Hank.
I purchased a square-shaped, spiral notebook when I was 14, maybe 15. It’s about 7 inches on each side, 1” thick with a faded navy cover that has designs on it similar to the ones created by an old toy I used to have that held a pen still while a paper turned below it on a little wonky, Lazy-Susan.