Back to School

The nights become cooler; there are the first touches of frost; the foliage on the hills turns to crimson, gold and bronze; mist and rain begin to fall and the earth prepares for winter. Phillip Keller It was still dark when Mama routed us out of our warm beds for school. It was September—chilly and... Continue Reading →

Dog Days of Summer

The porch swing hangs heavy. The potted plants sigh; But none is so hot or So weary as I. The music of crickets, The buzz of the fly Is droning unanswered Tired and dry. The sun on the garden Has dried every leaf The vines are all withered Gone summer's feast. The Queen Anne has... Continue Reading →

Long Days of Summer

"The garden looks as rumpled as clothes left in the dryer too long." June Masters Bacher Lazy summer days drone on with temps so hot you can barely stand up outside. One hundred degrees every day for weeks on end the sun beating down and a breeze of super-heated air. Dust billows up from the... Continue Reading →

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