A Tiny Radish Of Passionate Scarlet, Tipped

We All Have Hometown Appetites.

The Day Has The Color And The Sound Of Winter. Thoughts Turn To Chowder...chowder Breathes Reassurance. It Steams Consolation.

We All Have Hometown Appetites. Every Other Person Is A Bundle Of Longing For The Simplicities Of Good Taste Once Enjoyed On The Farm Or In The Hometown Left Behind.

Never Grow A Wishbone, Daughter, Where You Backbone Ought To Be.

Chowder Breathes Reassurace. It Steams Consolation.