Thursday, April 06, 2006

 

76/365 Aunt Margaret

I see Livingstone Daisies and think of her – the way when the sun shines, their faces open up and turn towards it, and their jewel-like colours, along the banks of her garden’s stream. Her illness is a vague memory, her death still a loss. Sweet kindness she was.

# posted by GreenishLady @ 4:46 AM
Comments:
So lovely. And finding all these this morning is a treat.
# posted by Blogger Indigo Bunting : 5:24 AM
 
This beautifully written prose illustrates "Aunt Margaret" so perfectly!
The break you took seems to have your pen smoking! HOT!
# posted by Blogger Otter : 11:18 AM
 
the upturned faces and jewel-like colors and sweet kindness ... I don't even know your Aunt Margaret, but I sure would have liked to have known her

this was beautifully descriptive
# posted by Blogger ntexas99 : 1:13 PM
 
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