About a month ago, two elderly ladies (but still younger than me) came into the Peirce-du Pont House at Longwood Gardens and showed me a vintage photo stored on their phone of two teenage boys sitting on a stone wall that they knew was somewhere in the Gardens. 166 more words
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Tomorrow, tomorrow, I’ll get to it tomorrow. Modernity’s worrying pace puts off simple pleasure.
Day by day, I counted down autumn’s fierce turn then dying flame in the kitchen skylight until killing frost crept across the glass and a single leaf fluttered, backlit and oxblood red. 132 more words