A Tiny Radish Of Passionate Scarlet, Tipped

We All Have Hometown Appetites. Every Other Person Is A Bundle Of Longing For The Simplicities Of Good Taste Once Enjoyed On The Farm Or In The Hometown Left Behind.

The Day Has The Color And The Sound Of Winter. Thoughts Turn To Chowder...chowder Breathes Reassurance. It Steams Consolation.

Chowder Breathes Reassurace. It Steams Consolation.

A Tiny Radish Of Passionate Scarlet, Tipped Modestly In White.

Never Grow A Wishbone, Daughter, Where You Backbone Ought To Be.