Time

"Every summer, towards the end, they'd give us little baskets of raspberries and blackberries which I loved. And it's that which makes me want to run off to Italy and have a little house with a huge garden and a vineyard, meet a beautiful Italian man, make lots of babies, and cook all the time."

It was suggested this weekend that I look back at my writings to see how I've survived along the way.

It's funny how this struck me.