My garden was calling me today. The sun came out after 2 days of hard rain. I spent the two days purging paper and found an old friend, a poem by Bliss Carman: Where is Heaven? Is it not Just a friendly garden plot, Walled with stone and roofed with sun, Where the days pass [...]
Sometimes a perfect life is perfected over time: “Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over.” I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead “I will come next Tuesday,” I promised a little reluctantly on her third call. Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. [...]
