Creativity Magazine
"There they are again -- Lolie's daffydills. I never come this way of a Spring but I look to see have they come back. See how they tumble down the bank -- that thick, they'll not bloom much. Come Fall, let's me and you dig some ...
Lolie's house was set back a ways from the road --just beyond that poplar -- that forky one there. Law, wouldn't a young un have fun playing horsey setting up high like that?
No, the fire didn't leave nothing of the cabin but the chimbley... and that's tumbled down long ago. Seemed like Lolie and her man didn't have a the heart to build again
How growed up it all is -- but I remember how pretty their place was, flowers all around . . . and all them little boxwoods she'd rooted, set out in lines.
'For the trimmin's man,' she told me. 'I mean to have cash money to buy Christmas pretties for the young uns.'
Sad, it was, what happened. Lolie and Sim left out of here before the boxwoods made any size. And the trimmings man ain't been around these many years.
(The trimmings man came around in early December and bought quantities of boxwood branches to sell to florists for Christmas wreathes and decorations.)