Woods
May 11, 2008
Yesterday, James drove me to Hebden Bridge to say goodbye to him and to the English countryside. We walked up to Sylvia Plath’s grave, messy with thistles, then across and into the valley where we crouched down and blew kisses at lambs. James is reading Ted Hughes, so he enjoyed scrambling up rocks while I made a competition with the river as to who could sing and play the loudest.
