A gift of roses
When I was a kid we used to visit my grandparents. My grandparents scared me. We lived quite a distance apart and we didn’t get …
When I was a kid we used to visit my grandparents. My grandparents scared me. We lived quite a distance apart and we didn’t get …
A couple of weeks ago I pruned the roses. A blessing, today, I see that somehow, miraculously, the roses have noticed the days are longer. …
Time today for a lunch in the sun with Marica – simultaneously relaxed and tense – have a bite of lunch, waiting for proofs from …
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are …
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