(alternate title: me as a small shriveled crab apple) You can start the day in the middle of the night,unable to find comfort fromfingers and hands that won’t stop achingone that is curled and can’tstraightenand one that is frozen in…
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My husband’s Aunt Esther has died,a lovely woman who I came to have a great connection tothrough words I guess one could say,Esther lived farther west, and although we didhave a chance to meet in persononly once, I thinkmost of…
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Yesterday,in the morning my husband makes a lovely potof soup and another pot of pasta saucefrom the gifts of a generous harvestshared by a dear friend later in the day, my daughtermakes some lovely pink jam from the quinceshe has…
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You might know how very fond I amof springthe very hopefulness ofthings to come,possibilities and almost daily surprisesbut lately I’ve been thinking how very lovelythe autumn can bechanging colours of course, appeal to the visual sensesand scents too, (much more…
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I have tried real hard, not to tell you againabout the sadness I feel for the pupthat we lost but so many times a day, the tears willcatch in my throat, even whenI try hard not to give in, let…
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