Merry Autumn by Paul Laurence Dunbar It’s all a farce, ~these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o’er field and dell, Because the year is dying. Such principles are most absurd, ~…
by Paul Laurence Dunbar It’s all a farce, these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o’er field and dell, Because the year is dying. Such principles are most absurd, I care not who first taught ’em;…
Oh my goodness, this day is beautiful. It has been a busy morning trying to catch up on my jewelry making and getting lunch; today, it was actually dinner, a big country dinner. Our turnips are in and with a…