My Grandmother writes of her garden wallflowers & cornflowers from early April showers like beautiful wounds healing across te bed from blue to purple to dark pink to light pink to white & then geraniums in May But she cannot see the geraniums She writes of her garden from the cool of the cellar . . . . Continue Reading »
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