How Gifting a Farm to My Daughter Led to a Dispute with Her In-Laws!
I pulled my car beneath the sprawling canopy of the old oak tree, its leaves heavy and dripping from the previous night’s downpour. In my hands, I cradled a jar of homemade blackberry jam, holding it gently as if it were spun glass. Ivy didn’t know I was coming; I had pictured a quiet morning…