Cup on the Bus

Laura and I went to the old house and brought back a shopping bag of fall blooming crocus, scoins of the three bulbs my dad bought in 194...

I don't know what happened to the week. It's as if I've been in slow motion, watching the world speed by. I emptied the lit...

Only two years ago Dad's "air blooming lilies" were crowded in a weed infested bed by the porch. Moving them was part ...