Endless piles of leaves, a windy day, and a Japanese Houki broom took me back to childhood Saturdays, a world of imagined flight and a lesson in patience, duty and unexpected satisfaction.
No Quidditch in the Skies Over Our Sacred…
Endless piles of leaves, a windy day, and a Japanese Houki broom took me back to childhood Saturdays, a world of imagined flight and a lesson in patience, duty and unexpected satisfaction.