A mole is in the garden. I am at the nursery buying flowers. It is Spring. Here are three poems to tickle the mind this morning… How A Thought Thinks By Kay Ryan A thought is dumb, without eyes, ears,…
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Small treasures enchant us. They can tickle the fancy; delight the eyes; inspire awe, even. Most admirably, they can be tucked away. My sister’s Christmas gifts reminded me. My gift to you this week is an assortment of small wonders…
Do you ever let flowers die in the vase for the poignant beauty – and gorgeous horror – of their fade? Living the sofa life, I imagine myself in a 19th century novel… a woman who has taken to her bed, gazing at her…