A September Poem

September The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Drying grass, New books and blackboard Chalk in class. The bee, his hive Well-honeyed, hums While Mother cuts Chrysanthemums. Like plates washed clean With … Read More.



No go sleep. Hmmm, I wish I could count the times when one of my own children said that! And now, my grandson has developed his own unique, and I have to admit, cute, endearing, but sometimes really irritating ways of dragging out the inevitable - bedtime. … Read More.



Welcome to Cattail Chronicles! When our grandchild was born two years ago,I started, as I had for our own three children researching and buying books. As a lifelong reader, I believe that there is no gift more important that we can give our children or grandchildren than a … Read More.