You heap the logs and try to fill / The little room with words and cheer, / But silent feet are on the hill, / Across the window veiled eyes peer. ~ Hortense King Flexner
Now on the other side of the autumnal equinox, I started pulling some Halloween-ish books from my stacks and I realized I have a small selection from a Penguin Classics series. I definitely recommend these for anyone who wants a creepy, seasonal read.
We were lucky. For about 48 hours it looked like a Cat 4 Hurricane Irma was going to roar ashore right over my house. In less than one year, we evacuated for a second time. This was the first time I made sandbags and propped them up around my doors.
Today, the Koh-i-Noor diamond is part of the crown jewels of England. Hundreds of visitors to the Tower of London see it everyday. This bit of shiny rock has an ancient, bloody past that begins long before British colonialism in India.
From dewy lanes at morning / The grapes’ sweet odors rise; / At noon the roads all flutter / With yellow butterflies. ~ Helen Hunt Jackson