“As a child, crisp spring afternoons were spent wading along Reedy Creek just beyond the field. Then came the heavy breeze in the autumn, pushing off the almond, auburn, sugar-yellow and apple-red leaves into the creek, providing rafts for dragonflies.… — James Russell Lingerfelt Copy Share Image
a certain red cardinal sounded like a little bottle being filled up, up, up with some clear liquid. — Elizabeth Enright Copy Share Image
