In July everybody you telephone is somewhere else - either on the beach or on vacation, and half the time you're somewhere else too.
Jean HerseySome days confidence shrinks to the size of a pea, and the backbone feels like a feather. We want to be somewhere else, and don't know where - want to be someone else and don't know who.
Jean HerseyNovember is chill, frosted mornings with a silver sun rising behind the trees, red cardinals at the feeders, and squirrels running scallops along the tops of the gray stone walls.
Jean Hersey