Away to the country of the pointed firs
to the place we call "Wessiefoo"
to the place we call "Wessiefoo"
(each of us spelling it in our own ways)
9.4.2015
Landed
Last Foxglove Blooms
Closer
First Laundry Line
Gathered from an Ancient Tree
Apple Sauce Beginnings
9.5.2015
Where I Write
Shaded Gazebo
Morphing into fall
Crickets, Cicadas
Katydids singing:
'Summer's slip-sliding'
Hot
Inside
Sheltered from the Heat
To be continued...Meanwhile you can read
"The Country of the Pointed Firs" by Sarah Orne Jewett
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