by Barbara Clarke | November 15, 2023
When Jack and I moved to the farm, our first holiday was Thanksgiving. We relaxed and after an early dinner I took Holly out for a walk and met our neighbor Pat. As we walked along he asked me if knew the history of the wet-weather creek that formed the southern... 
by Barbara Clarke | November 1, 2023
Trip #2 – One late September afternoon I was looking through a box of photos and came across a few snaps from the motorcycle trip. In one, Hank’s mother had taken of us just before we left, we looked like early-days astronauts. My thoughts kept returning to that...