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Lessons in Botany
Some dresses you never forget. One of mine, a white pique I wore in the third grade is with me still. I remember this dress partly because it was my spring dress the…
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Summer’s Final Bow
My town has the most charming ice cream shop. It’s painted in sherbet colors and has a rick-rack of gingerbread trim. I don’t indulge every day but enough to know the owners who…
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Seven Daffodils
Today I left my handbag in a grocery cart at the market. I remember pushing the cart into a train of other carts and then driving home. I didn’t notice for several hours that…
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When lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d…
Those are Walt Whitman’s words. The poem seems to be an ode to spring but in his later years, Whitman admitted he was writing about the tragic death of Abraham Lincoln. That April, the lilac…
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The February House
“China tea, the scent of hyacinths, wood fires and bowls of violets – that is my mental picture of an agreeable February afternoon.” ~ Constance Spry I would add a ticking clock to Miss…
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“Embroidered so with flowers…”
I like nothing better than a good embellishment. Not the Christmas sweater variety, but a slightly fancy, pretty little thing on a belt, handbag, or shoe. And mostly I like flowers. The problem…
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Mrs. Delany
I must tell you about a book that has been entrancing me for several months. “The Paper Garden: Mrs. Delany Begins her Life Work at Age 72” by Molly Peacock has been on…
