Ho, a chilly day!Fall at her bestSummer’s been squeezedThrough a cider press.On with your sweaterCome on—Let’s runTill we’re finally warmedBy the autumn sun!We’ll climb the pear treeGather them inBaskets and buckets,Boxes and bin.Gather those pumpkins.Carve us a “Jack”.Cut golden sunflowersHang ‘em on the rack.There’s soup for supperWith fresh hot bread.Watch the orange moon riseThen scurry... Continue Reading →

 I've often said that the most important thing you can give your children is wings.Elizabeth EdwardsWoven of grasses,Sweet with summerUnder the pear tree—Forsaken in November,She found a little bird's nest"Where is the bird, Grandma?"She wants to know"Flown, and how soon flown. Yes, how soon."

Napping GrandpaBy Elece HollisAge does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children. Johann Wolfgang von GoetheSunlight streaming in on himMakes the couch the best napping spot.Grandpa rests, sleeps his "spoon nap,"Tired of the day early onHe snuggles his hands warmUnder his neck and face, He breathes deep,Plays a game of Hide and No... Continue Reading →