Six years passed between the first post on this blog and the second.
Now, six years after the second post, I'm checking in again.
Yes, here it is. This slow blog holds a place for words
as slowly as I choose to write them.
And it's winter again. I live alone now:
Have buried my husband and two cats in the garden,
each a year apart, letting me settle into solitary living gradually
slowly learn who it is I am when there is no one else here to tell me.
