Love at Last
By Judith A. Ross
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“You were, to my then young but critical eyes, a bit homely— nothing at all like the ideal I had carried around in my head for so long.”
“You were, to my then young but critical eyes, a bit homely— nothing at all like the ideal I had carried around in my head for so long.”
Each year in early March the UCSC Arboretium gets hundreds of visitors eager to admire and photograph the mighty hummingbirds as they feed on red (their favorite color) grevillea and perform their 70-mph dives for mating displays.
On the verge of summer in Massachusetts: my “Little Miss Kim” lilac arrives in a burst of grapey color and then immediately fades to white, leaving behind a trail of sweet perfume that fills the yard for days. . .