
Ava runs past me as I place the last clothespin on the line. Our blue sheets undulate with the breeze. Parting them with a quick swipe of her hands, Ava runs behind them and calls out: "Mama, come on! The big bad wolf is coming. Let's hide!" She points at Malky, our cat, who slouches on the grass, licking his leg. "Oh, is he the wolf?" I ask, chuckling despite myself. Together we hide behind the sheets and every time the breeze blows the soft cotton towards our faces we squeal and … [Read more...]
























