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 one by one
Not too fast and [...]
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. Still, I had promised, [...]
