We lost our mother when we were young, so the few pictures I have of her are very precious to me. I guard them with my life. My mother and father divorced when I was eight, and I only saw him once (when I was 16) before he died. We don’t really have anything that belonged to my mother, [...]
Archive for September 16th, 2007
Postcards from 1946.
Posted in Family on September 16, 2007 | 20 Comments »
- I wish some power would touch my ear
With magic touch, and make me hear
What all the blossoms say, and so
I might know what the winged things know.
I'd hear the sunflower's mellow pipe,
"Goldfinch, goldfinch, my seeds are ripe!"
I'd hear the pale wistarea sing,
"Moon moth, moon moth, I'm blossoming!"
Louise Driscoll Archives
- If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need. Cicero
- A book is like a garden carried in a pocket. Chinese proverb.
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I am a
Daffodil
What Flower
Are You?
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