51 years

       If you were still here.I would remind you of the hot, heavy and humid June day when you were finally born-fighting the forceps that yanked you, almost against your will from the womb.You loved these sweltering days-you were born to thrive above 90 degrees, I believe. You were a heat up the […]

Picking Roses for Romeo

    A holiday! Free from the office madness still awaken early, as is my habit; birds not yet aroused. I put on coffee to perk and my Christmas slippers step outside to see what this dawn will bring.   The fragrance of roses draws me down the damp, muddy path still wet from yesterday’s […]