Gardens cut back, cleaned up,
soil black as coffee grounds
awaits the protection of mulch.
I’m feeling particularly curmudgeonly today. After breakfast, I sat down to write and came up with zero. Nada. Zilch. I could think of nothing I wanted to write about.
So my grumpy brain started listing all the things I will never write about.
I joined Facebook in early 2008 but it wasn’t until two years later that I got the idea to creep old friends. It was 2010 and I realized that my graduating class should have had a significant high school reunion the year before...
The photograph is small, maybe three inches square, with a scalloped white border. It’s black and white but I see my mother’s green armchair, the one that matched the chesterfield...