Mrs. Grundy
Snowy blossoms on Bradford pears bring spring
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I was “spring-touched” at the masses of snowy blossoms on the Bradford pears. It was as though clouds had floated ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I was “spring-touched” at the masses of snowy blossoms on the Bradford pears. It was as though clouds had floated ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I saw Clay Clyde Clump, flying a kite on the great lawn of Covington Hall. He was practicing for the ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I noted the stillness of the landscape. March was coming in like a lamb. To the superstitious that meant it ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I thought of George Washington, whose birthday was the 22nd. When our first president, the “Father of Our Country,” died, ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I glanced gratefully at the primroses, lining the little walk from my trellis gate to the front door of my ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I noted how the recent cold had “browned” the blossoms of the saucer magnolias. That happens almost every year. The ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind Groundhog Day, February 2, I wondered at the weather, sometimes sunny, sometimes overcast, and whether the groundhog saw his shadow ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I thought of Groundhog Day next week and if the groundhog would see his shadow or not. I have a ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I saw Mrs. Gotrocks of Greenville pull up in front of my cottage. I greeted her at the door and ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I saw Miss Flora Covington, coming up the path to my garden gate with a little pot of primroses in ...