I take a lot of comfort in my yard, where the wildflowers and weeds bloom as cheerfully as the iris, where the peonies dream of storybook weddings and love.
I’m just going to get out of the way this morning and let guest writer Mary Raymond tell you about a book that sounds remarkable.
Today’s poem is brought to you from three graveyards, a hymnal, and a free-range rooster.
In the season of blood red tulips and purple splotched petunias from Kroger,
I hope you’ll enjoy this poem as much as I did. As the poet asks – What makes living worth falling?