The title is from a poem by Christina Rossetti.
We had a few warm days this week, and I had the intention to sit at the picnic table at lunchtime - this was at work - but was sidetracked. When I got home I was determined to just sit outside for ten minutes while I could.
I sat on the front step, around sunset. I'd forgotten that white mums turn pink in the cold - at least, some do. And there's the lavender I never planted.
The next day we had a lot of wind and many leaves came down.
Things are starting to look bare.
Is that your clothesline? It looks so wonderfully long!
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Gretchen, it goes from the back door out to the tree at the brook’s edge, but my little point-and-shoot does make it appear longer. I confess I do not use the line much!
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