Repost of a blog entry from Fall, 2007.
As I contemplate the arrival of the autumn season of the year
and my present season of mothering, the words of this little verse
remind of the value of each and every day.
Plump and shiny,
As I contemplate the arrival of the autumn season of the year
and my present season of mothering, the words of this little verse
remind of the value of each and every day.
Plump and shiny,
fruit of harvest,
pumpkins orange lay afield.
Hailing cheerful
change of season,
Seed of spring is autumn’s yield.
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Round and glowing,
children’s faces
Sparkling eyes; an impish smile.
Mine to nurture,
tend and cherish
Only for a little while.
— VQ
Kaley — my smallest “pumpkin” (2007)
My children at the White House Fruit Farm Festival (Canfield, OH, 2007)