/0/15961/coverbig.jpg?v=3eda02bda6d4046bf28053f39e3def0e)
Of all days you have chosen this one to visit my garden.
But the storm passed over my roses last night and the grass is strewn with torn leaves.
I do not know what has brought you, now that the hedges are laid low and rills run in the walks; the prodigal wealth of spring is scattered and the scent and song of yesterday are wrecked.
Yet sta
COPYRIGHT(©) 2022