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Angel of Duluth [excerpt]

Madelon Sprengnether

I lied a little. There are things I don’t want to tell you. How lonely I am today and sick at heart. How the rain falls steadily and cold on a garden grown greener, more lush and even less tame. I haven’t done much, I confess, to contain it. The grapevine, as usual, threatens everything in its path, while the raspberry canes, aggressive and abundant, are clearly out of control. I’m afraid the wildflowers have taken over, being after all the most hardy and tolerant of shade and neglect. This year the violets and lilies of the valley are rampant, while the phlox are about to emit their shocking pink perfume. Oh, my dear, had you been here this spring, you would have seen how the bleeding hearts are thriving.

Copyright © 2006 by Madelon Sprengnether. From Angel of Duluth. Reprinted with permission of White Pine Press.

Copyright © 2006 by Madelon Sprengnether. From Angel of Duluth. Reprinted with permission of White Pine Press.

Madelon Sprengnether