home grown stories

A Tale of Two Houses

I woke up thinking of Mitsy Hobson* today. She’s been on my mind a lot lately, and I have a thought or two as to why. She must be about 75 years old by now, possibly even a little older. She was the age I am now when we first met. I had just moved… Continue reading A Tale of Two Houses

home grown stories

Martin Purple

Every now and then our walks take us down to the Lake and amongst the other people that live there. Some are visitors, setting down root for the season.  Summer cottages groaning with arms and legs, and the walls bursting with the laughter of little kids and young adults, all wishing they could live there… Continue reading Martin Purple