Father Raffery just doesn't get it. We met the auctioneer who bartered Sue Hand's auction piece for many, many dollars. Agnes was in town and the dike had just been breached, sending coffins and their passengers for a class 5 rapids ride. Jeff says, with eyes that widen as he tells it, that his rubber boots were sucked deep into the mud and when he tried to run the goop held him fast. Well, we both did get away.
True stories are the essence of Windsor Park.
It is honest, real and produced with very high quality. Real too, is the fact that winter will slowly fade away and life will emerge from hibernation. The crocus will peek their little buds up for a look around. The trees and shrubbery will delicately shade the plain world with a hint of green. I hope it's a Windsor Park Story.