it’s hickory in the air…

It’s amaretto coffee, it’s an Arthur Miller play, it’s cranking Mozart, it’s a ride in hay, it’s a cashmere sweater, it’s the Times Book Review, it’s an Ida Red apple, it’s hickory in the air, it’s coffee cake baking, it’s a letter from a friend, it’s a crazy quilt, it’s a country walk, it’s the hills changing color and young Gracie who looks up from where she plays on the floor and asks, “He’s everywhere, Mama?” Smiling, you shake your head yes as sun fills the kitchen, and the cat takes her place in an open cupboard.

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