Prairie Rose's Garden

When I was a girl, my father used to watch the local weather forecasts religiously.  I thought he was rather obsessed with it, even though ...

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever." When the poet John Keats wrote this line, I'm pretty sure he was thinking of art.  I ...

It was a dark and stormy night. . . . no,no, that's not right . . . It was a beautiful spring day with skies of the bluest blue and no h...

Is it really spring yet, or is winter going to hang around for awhile longer?  These days it's hard to tell--one day I'm working in ...