Quotes from Christopher S. Wren

My walk through the cemetery was an acquaintance with local history.

The cat arrived with a bottle of Scotch.

So Nikki came aboard as Jaqueline's spare cat, presumably in case our prime cat, Eliza, goes on vacation, takes industrial action, or requests a personal day.

Not before night approaches can we savor how miraculous the day, and the blossoms we gather belatedly, have been.