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Between The Covers Book Club

Flowers nourish my spirit. As my daughter Terry expressed it, “Flowers are essential to Mother’s sense of Joy.” On the arid eastern...

June, debonair guest, Showering me with roses from luxuriant gardens, Caressing with gentle breeze as I doze in Sunbeam’s warm embrace,...

Mother loves the pansy Like her, it demands little Gives much Greets each day With a smiling face Sways with the wind Accepts God’s...

Overnight A flower Flared into being Dancing on her toes Like a ballerina Swaying in the breeze To the music Of the universe Plucked by...

one of my favorites.

April, two-faced friend one foot in snow one in sun. One hand giving ice, cold, clouds, snow darkness, doubt, despair Holding the earth...

Our reserve kept my husband, Lloyd, and me from being demonstrative in public; yet our love was visible to others. In 1994 (we had been...