Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Sunday, 14 September 2014

Last Cut

The first cut may be the deepest but the last one was eminently manageable today as I gave the rather parched-looking back garden what should be the final mow of the year; the grass box collected more leaves than grass, but at least that helped me tell where I had been from where I yet had to go.
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