OUTSIDE THE COURTYARD_From Seeds of the Great Oak_Homage to a Friend_What's a friend?
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OUTSIDE THE COURTYARD
OUTSIDE THE COURTYARD “ Listen to me, little Bobby: you don’t have to go out of the courtyard at all! Do you understand? Not even to go after a hen, or a turkey, or a goose, or some other animal” Bobby saw Aunt Julie’s stern face at twww.onedoor.cche window…He knew well that there was no questioning her orders. However, he dared to say ( reply) : “ But, aunt, the animals come out of the courtyard. WHY can’t I go out too?” “ Ah, my dear doll…They, the animals , are able to find their way to come back, my dear baby! Your are not able, instead!” His aunt shouted, pointing her index finger at him. Bobby had no...
From Seeds of the Great Oak
From seeds of the Great Oak With every grade advancement, my daughter’s homework challenges me as much as her. Now in Science class, they are learning about plants; we will research the oak tree for her project. Wow, in Virginia alone grows, 139 variations. The oak is a tree or shrub in the genus Quercus of the beech family. There are approximately 500 extant species of oaks. The common name "oak" also appears in the names of species in related genera, notably Lithocarpus (stone oaks), as well as in those of unrelated species such as Grevillea robusta (silky oaks) and the Casuarinaceae (she-o...
Homage to a Friend
There are two things that I've noticed when listening to eulogies. One, what's being said reveals how well you knew or didn't know the deceased. And two, how much the departed was willing to reveal about himself.You are dead. You, my best friend and the friend everybody loved. You, who knew where the best parties were being thrown this side of Detroit. You, who discovered the location of the cool clubs in every city you visited. You, who turned every stranger you ever met into an immediate friend.I'm sitting here in our small, red brick childhood church. The soft drumming of the rain hits the ...
What's a friend?
Kate wandered longingly down the path. Her big eyes hovering over anything that looked interesting enough. Little half-moons of green green clovers and little melodic bluebirds hopping along the branches.She had left her glossy green-apple sided house.In search of a delicacy, she hadn't ever tasted.She needed information on this important subject, desperately.Her first stop was Aunt Marie's home.It was a fiery redbrick house with a glossy brown porch adorned with warm red flowerpots stroked with rich ambers. The flowers grew quietly and beautifully. Their petals embracing the aster pink sunlig...