a silver fork fingered sadly as the heroine crumples a linen napkin in her lap to keep from crying out at the sight of Lord Campion’s regal brow inclined tenderly toward the wealthy young widow . . .
Prose. I never could get into all that 'rhyming stuff'- LOL!
I need to add that many daffodils/narcissus have lovely fragrances; I plant "fragrant" varieties; deer eat them but seem to leave the nonfragrant varieties alone.
brilliant and inspiring. thanks.
Prose. I never could get into all that 'rhyming stuff'- LOL!
I need to add that many daffodils/narcissus have lovely fragrances; I plant "fragrant" varieties; deer eat them but seem to leave the nonfragrant varieties alone.
Thank you
Poetry Wednesdays are some of my favorite things. I especially love the one from today. Thanks for sharing it.