The Mill in Winter
Last Thursday Sally and I folded cranes, made quiche and then went to trim a clematis at Sally’s mill.
Winter has drowned the ladies’ play pool in a noisy, masculine torrent.
Sally’s leaping salmon was the only wildlife I could see braving the cold that day. The mill no longer functions as such. It is now a part-time home, a gallery, a gathering place for friends, a venue for yoga, tai chi and other such classes, and, above all, it is a space for creating art. By the way, the quiche was delicious.