Reflections from an Open Window
Linda Raha's Writing Corner
The seasons of life come and go, but there are moments when everything comes full circle. This past week, my little granddaughters and their parents spent the week at our house. One morning, I took my youngest granddaughter over to my mother's house to plant marigolds. My mother passed away in January, and here it
The marigolds are all that are left in the garden; the weeds are there too, the ones I let grow in profusion. It is an untidy mess of vines, and green, growing things; still, there is a harmony of sorts, all that lush greenery, a miniature jungle just for me. The marigolds are magnificent; they