The abundance of blooming chrysanthemums enticed me. Of course, being only 4 or 5 years old at the time, I couldn't resist picking a ...

Rain arrives with gifts for tree. Clear moist spheres embrace branches, cling to buds, then fall away with farewell kisses. Rain lov...

Chirping cherry blossoms rickshaw carts busily waltzing crowded streets exploring alleyways Dappled daylight sun dances across moun...

The winter of 1949 had been harsh, starkly white, and unsafe for a little girl to go out. I stared out the dining room window at my big nake...