1
|
2
|
3
|
4
|
5
|
6
|
7
|
8
|
9
|
10
|
11
| 12 |
13
A bucolic for Syd, the departed dog who came down from the farm above for the last time in November 2005. We are always looking for him in the bend of the boreen or picking greengages in late autumn, as the grass fades for winter.
