Coffee is the most important meal of my day. While it brews, I fire the woodstove with scraps from the rehabilitation of the Johnny Gunter place, pour out a cup, and add some half-and-half that has miraculously survived in the little refrigerator in the kitchen. My coffee and journal wander out to the porch with me, where we listen to the steady drum on the rusty corrugated roof.
You always have this way of entangling me in the best of ways into your story--with language as rich as the Gunter history--a day that was "clear-eyed"! And I happened to be drinking my cup of coffee with half and half by the woodstove while reading while outside is the dance of rain, wind, and clouds in the sway of pines. Thank you for sharing the story...a bit of a swashbuckling tale with the kidnapping!
That’s exciting!
You always have this way of entangling me in the best of ways into your story--with language as rich as the Gunter history--a day that was "clear-eyed"! And I happened to be drinking my cup of coffee with half and half by the woodstove while reading while outside is the dance of rain, wind, and clouds in the sway of pines. Thank you for sharing the story...a bit of a swashbuckling tale with the kidnapping!
Your writing put me with you. I enjoyed the family history.