My wife likes to garden. She’s crazy about roses, lilies and daisies. She says I should get out in the garden and weed.

Lamentations loud amid the tears following Orlando. Another call to take guns from people

I never remember year to year but then some morning in March I’ll walk out in the yard

The teacher tells the third grade the order of the seasons cannot be changed. Summer, fall, winter, spring arrive in order, then start over.

Someone smart told me yesterday you never really know the meaning of a word until

Cardinals bicker and knock seed from the feeder. Doves parade below. Donal Mahoney

Bill’s been seeing a therapist for years trying to get his life on track but all he talks about is his many regrets in a life

After the poetry reading the lights go on and a lady under a big hat rises behind dark sunglasses and asks the poet why

Paul’s in his backyard on a Sunday afternoon barbecuing burgers. His wife and kids are hungry in the house.

Aaron loves the show on television about antiques. Tonight they have a Grecian vase worth close to a million dollars. Aaron has stuff in the basement

A bitter Christmas morning after a foot of snow last night. I shovel the sidewalk and make my way to the bird feeder. Before I can fill it, the wrens

This was the first Christmas Billy was old enough to speak when he saw his gifts under the sparkling tree. His parents were waiting

Harley turned 70 the other day and died riding his motorcycle through a pink dawn,

In a yard abandoned this winter when the owner moved grass is growing this spring

They’re the oldest couple my wife and I know and we’re no pups either. Peter out for a walk leans on his cane often