Sometime in the middle of recording all these stories, I usually get a tired throat (sometimes even a cold, which is why I've learned to begin early in the fall). So each year I've included an audio file of an author reading his own work. The first year, it was Dylan Thomas reading A Child's Christmas in Wales. You can hear it too here. I can actually do a halfway decent job with this, and have done many times over the years, but there's no one like Thomas himself. As far as the book is concerned, there are several editions now, but the one I've always read from is the one pictured, a Christmas present from my friend The Boss in 1964.
Oh, Deer!
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Spotted from our dining room window last night. Such a pretty thing and
just the color of Jenny. Eating my daylilies then moving on to weeds. . .
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