Happiness in life is not a given, it must be seized.

She either confused me with a much older child or else she glimpsed deep inside my soul and perceived a hole that needed filling. I've always chosen to believe the latter. After all, it's the librarian's one sworn purpose to bring books together with their one true reader.

Quite simply the book and I were meant to be together.

But in my humble opinion, a house needs a good party once in a while; remind folks it exists.

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.

Had any poet adequately described the wretched ugliness of a loved one turned inside out with grief?

But happiness ... happiness grows at our own firesides," she said. "It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens." ~ The House at Riverton