Loving and Leaving them for 32 years
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. ~ Langston
“Sometimes since I’ve been in the garden I’ve looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being
Saturday we hit a high temperature of 65F after about a week of temps from 37-50F for highs. The snow is still melting here, making
“He made two or three peculiar observations; as when shewn the botanical garden, ‘Is not EVERY garden a botanical garden?” ― James Boswell, The Life
“Despite March’s windy reputation, winter isn’t really blown away; it is washed away. It flows down all the hills, goes swirling down the valleys and
I don’t tap maples or make syrup but lots of people nearby do, including a local college (see here and here). Each year, on a