It is a still day by the riverbank. The water meadows are strewn with tall, creeping meadow buttercups reflecting a soft, shimmery haze. It feels hot and sultry.   I kneel amidst the yellowness and watch for a while... It is the month of May; summer is just around the corner when the hawthorn is in …

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After the warmest, driest April that I can ever remember, I found myself yearning for rain.  The ground was hard and dry and impossible to garden, and my spring flowers already looked spent.  Then, at last, the rain comes. Dark, enormous cumulous clouds loom over the rooftops.  I think of my Mother. She had spent …

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