The only great thing about February, in addition of course to it being Black History Month, is that it is not January. For those of us in New England, January was cruel. Gray. Damp. Unfriendly. On the coast, where I live, we received sprinklings of snow that melted away with the following cold rain.
I admit, I’ve written about the joys of love and Valentine’s Day. I blogged about the delight of hand-crafted Valentine cards. I’m happy in love, married and hoping for red […]
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would […]