I believe in angels which means I must believe in ghosts so I wonder which angels trailed the ghosts who followed us home from McHardy House with their naughty devils in tow.
I'm here with you, and for a long moment I was there with you in the past, caught up already in the stories you conjure... so yes to angels, ghosts and magic.
What a privilege to be able to read this and future stories C. I recognize your farmy voice, your rather pragmatic way of speaking, but now not about pigs, or birds, or gardens. And always those bits of humor here and there. I could see every room, see the tumbling menagerie of siblings fighting to be the first back to the shore after filling their bellies with food, see each part of this story in my head. Lovely piece of writing and story-telling.
I'm here with you, and for a long moment I was there with you in the past, caught up already in the stories you conjure... so yes to angels, ghosts and magic.
What a privilege to be able to read this and future stories C. I recognize your farmy voice, your rather pragmatic way of speaking, but now not about pigs, or birds, or gardens. And always those bits of humor here and there. I could see every room, see the tumbling menagerie of siblings fighting to be the first back to the shore after filling their bellies with food, see each part of this story in my head. Lovely piece of writing and story-telling.
This gave me shivers, I feel a strong echo of my own wild and Catholic-parented childhood.... Beautifully written and descriptive.
Wonderful. McHardy House is now a boutique hotel, which looks gorgeous. X
I'm so happy you are writing these stories down, Celi. Fabulous!