Roses
The shovel rings as I thrust it into the ground. “Great”, I think, “another *%$@!! tree root.” I stop for a moment and rest against the spade. Its handle has become soft with age; the lace tracery of the ash tree’s rings still...
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Of Wine and Roses and Everyday Living
My husband David is out of town at a dealer show for business. I miss him when he’s gone. I was thinking about calling him this morning just to say “Hi” when I noticed my cell phone had a text. Surely he was...
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