I’m Reading with My Darling We sat on the couch. We sat there, we two with nothing at all; with nothing to do. So we went to the cupboard and we took out some books and we looked and we looked at those books that we took. We looked and we read; not fighting—instead, we […]
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This morning the dew sparkled on the fresh-grown grass and the yellow tulip I have been observing, has opened into full-flower and spun its gold into the universe as a way of reducing the damage. A young Cardinal sang its first spring song, which was returned in kind. While I sat contemplating nature’s gifts the
To Christopher Robin When Winnie the Pooh and you walked all over the hundred-acre wood, his sniff, sniff, sniffing to find honey was on the money. I have not met a bear, anywhere who could compare to Pooh. How does he do it? His prowess to find a hive and dive deep into that golden
