Love Letters In wintertime trees secretly write green love letters every night — tiny messages curled up tight. Trees write these letters when our world turns cold when hope seems lost when they long to hold memories of autumn glittering…
Love Letters In wintertime trees secretly write green love letters every night — tiny messages curled up tight. Trees write these letters when our world turns cold when hope seems lost when they long to hold memories of autumn glittering…
To Autumn by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d…
THIS WEEK’S FRUIT: Emerald Beaut Plum Frog Hollow Farm, Brentwood, CA A freestone plum, the Emerald Beaut is a delicate green that turns golden with a hint of a blush. It has a firmer texture than the Santa Rosa with…
BY LI-YOUNG LEE From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the…