Mrs. Grundy
It’s very golden outside — goldenrod, golden aster, sunflower
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I noted the goldenrod, golden aster, and narrow-leafed sunflower, mixed with the purple adjuratum, tempting me to nickname October the ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I noted the goldenrod, golden aster, and narrow-leafed sunflower, mixed with the purple adjuratum, tempting me to nickname October the ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I “saluted” the red spider lilies, standing at attention in my front yard with their red turbans, a familiar sight ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I noted along the roadway the heavy nod of the goldenrod. Thought I, “Just as September is ‘the Yellow Month,’ ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I admired the morning glories, twinning up my trellis in their refined, delicate way. Seen at David’s Catfish House were ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I could see in my imagination the flowers of September – morning glories, the Cypress vine (both red and white), ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I gazed at the Yellow World of September – yellow leaves, yellow butterflies, yellow bitterweed, yellow haze. September seems a ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I saw the sweet autumn clematis, still in bloom. I turned back to my tea and Miss Cora Covington, my ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I witnessed o’er my gateway arbor the sweet autumn clematis, coming into bloom with its delicate, white, star-shaped buds and ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I beheld Miss Cora Covington, heading to my humble cottage from Covington Hall. She had on her arm a basket, ...
Peeping through my Venetian blind, I noted the various colors of June – the green figs, red blooms of the pomegranate, yellow of the lightning ...