Symmetry in September
“But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness. The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head. The harvest has dwindled, and I […]
April’s Caprice
“A gush of bird song, a patter of dew, a cloud, and a rainbow’s warning; suddenly sunshine and perfect blue. An April day in the morning!” – Harriet Prescott Spofford “April’s rare […]