I’m longing to jump into a pile of leaves. Fall is here, my favorite, and yet I find myself so melancholy. Something about the passage of time I guess. I love living in the south, but there should be changing leaves–and at least a hint of some cool weather. Memories of kicking up leaves and the smells of summer fading …
Red Geraniums
“RED GERANIUMS” by Martha Haskell Clark Life did not bring me silken gowns,Nor jewels for my hair,Nor signs of gabled foreign townsIn distant countries fair,But I can glimpse, beyond my pane, a green and friendly hill,And red geraniums aflame upon my window sill. The brambled cares of everyday,The tiny humdrum things,May bind my feet when they would stray,But still my …
