I stepped outside my sun room door one morning with a cup of coffee in hand while still in my bathrobe.
Sitting down on the door sill I marveled at the morning's ornaments.
I breathed deeply and the lilacs obliged.
winter home economics
This is "me" still attempting to maintain some sort of walking schedule on the slippery snowy ice! One gingerly placed foot at a t...
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This is Just to Say by William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfa...
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Offense would not be taken if someone defined my life as prosaic. Because in some ways my daily routines could be truly described as such. Y...
