Carol Shields was once asked if she had kept a diary. “No,” she replied, “and it’s one of my great regrets.” Carol is one of the writers I admire most, because she managed, somehow, to raise five children and maintain a happy marriage while writing well enough to win a Pulitzer prize. I, on the other hand, managed to raise two children as a divorcée while hardly writing anything at all. But I did do one thing Carol did not: I kept a diary.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much