BEAUTY FOR AshEs
I remember as a little girl running and playing in the yard, looking for four leaf clovers, searching for locust shells on the tree trunks, tying together flower necklaces, standing at the fence of the horse pasture basking in the himsy of home. It seemed larger than life. It wasn’t much, but it was ours. And I always knew that I was safe there — at home.
It’s a strange thing now …
