Seasons and Holidays Past items (poems and prose)
are in this journal.
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It is just the other day, that I hacked down the seven foot stalks of the giant sunflowers, curling a bit in my hands showing off the best flowers and boasting color for the end of summer. I watch cautiously, the children gone back to school, their voices no longer filling the abandoned corner lot, where they parked their bicycles and stopped to share secrets. The tomatoes are almost all picked, viewed from the porch banister perhaps for one more good day. While sitting in the kitchen, with my coffee, I think fondly of having been part of Writing.com as we celebrate it's 22nd birthday with, first, windy signs of the changing seasons. From my window green is soon to turn to gold and red. Why, how magical the landscape will soon be! It is a time when we drive out into the country, catching the dizzying fall of leaves, just to know the awesome picture of the patchwork scenery. I marvel over the writing we have done that comes upon me in a flash, knowing that describing the wooden squirrel house would be another joy we'd have once again, filled with acorns. So, damn the chill and the nuisances. It will be autumn soon. Get out the wraps. I stay strong on loving nature taking its course happy to await the next season in bloom. |