The View from Pope's Hill

We don’t need a seed catalog to see the fruits of our labors
Gathering golden moments
The time for home
Night to remember at the Garden
Ring out the false; ring in the true
The week after Christmas - I like best of all
The Holly and the Ivy
December’s smile
When stars of frost are glowing
This joy I know will soon be under snow
Thankful for all our dear ones
The ground is nearly covered now
Autumn, a mosaic
A torch flung to the trees
Leaves of gold and brown