The crocus beckons like homemade liqueur—each one a glassful of sunlight. The crocus is a soft word in my ear Marion McCready’s poem Look to the Crocus. Today is the official first day of spring, but the crocus has been blooming for a couple of weeks, and the grape hyacinth is next. I usually plant… Continue reading a “soft word” on the first day of spring
Category: Christmas
Vintage Christmas Cat Postcards
Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time. Laura Ingalls Wilder I spent about an hour yesterday at The City Auditorium attending an antique fair. It really put me in the mood for Christmas. It… Continue reading Vintage Christmas Cat Postcards