Summer means catching fireflies, the smell of suntan lotion, churning ice cream, porch-swinging and playing in the warm beach sand.
“To walk in a woman’s garden is to visit her soul.” c. e. hollis In Natchez, high on a bluff above the swollen muddy Mississippi River, sits a masterpiece left over from a grace-filled era. Rosalie, sporting in front and back, great lofty white columns and tall windows along the verandas and porches. The grounds […]
There were no roses today––only hyacinths and a few daffodils. I have worked on my spring flowerbeds. I found my white rose bush in the back flowerbeds, my luscious yellow rose bush, and the red/black velvet––a very old bush planted before I moved to the farm 21 years ago––have all died. I will miss […]