Where's my wife? Where in blazes has that little lady gotten herself to now?
There are tomato seedlings to plant, an acre-plus of lawn to mow, downed trees from spring storms to cut up into firewood, garden paths to mulch with sawdust, grubs to contemplate the demise of, asparagus to pick, and a manuscript to proofread.
It is this last task that makes me long for a wife and makes me long to be Mr. Berry. If only for a season.
To whit, a quote from his 1987…Continue