Dear Sister,
Sometimes, even for a moment, I forget how many years have passed. I think I will come to visit you in your house on the hill. I imagine it will be spring when I get there. There will be yellow rows of daffodils along your front walk, big clusters of flowers, enough for a hundred bouquets. I will be so happy to see them and to see you. Continue reading “To my sister Alline who has always loved flowers”