Gardening is how I relax. It's another form of creating and playing with colors.
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“Before Today” Blogs
Tag Archives: Poetry
Its winter… & I’m going for a walk in the snowy woods. You come too. We’ll wear keep-your-head-warm hats, hand-clapping-mittens, & snow-stomping-boots. We’ll see trees without leaves, maple, oak, birch, & beech. Their trunks & branches standing tall in … Continue reading
To Grandfather’s house we go… You sang it endlessly every fall as a child, probably never giving a thought to where this cute Thanksgiving ditty came from. Now you’ll know! Lydia Maria Child was a nineteenth century journalist, teacher, & … Continue reading