This time of year, the purple blooms were busy with life- not just the bees, but butterflies and ladybugs, skippers and emerald-toned beetles, flitting hummingbirds and sapphire dragonflies. The sun-w...
The garden flourished that summer because Magnus's mother was determined to feed her family despite the depredations of the distant war. In the fall, there were beans and tomatoes and pickles to can,...
Magnus had caught it gingerly, half expecting it to blow in his face.The Teacher chuckled. Don't worry, it can't do anything without fire.The thing looked and felt pretty innocuous, actually. It was s...
Language, Sweet, said Magnus's mother, arriving with a plate full of homemade biscuits. She didn't scold him too harshly about his talk these days. Magnus suspected this was because Mama shared Uncle...