Kukka by Sally Kilgore: The Light

Kukka by Sally Kilgore: The Light

ROCKWALL, TX (May 17, 2022) For Ukraine, Buffalo, Laguna Woods, all the safe places that have been invaded with hatred. You are the Light of the world. There is grief and horror, ugliness beyond imagination, and men taking lives as their quest.  I fear humanity is lost, dear God.  We are all at fault. Lead […]

Kukka by Sally Kilgore: Summer Daze

Kukka by Sally Kilgore: Summer Daze

ROCKWALL, TX (May 5, 2022) Three o’clock afternoon quiet suddenly shatters in cacophony; the salvo of the storm door being yanked open, and we are bombarded by ten and six-year-olds; delirious with giggles and pokes and summer fun and armfuls of backpacks, Harry Potter blankets and the flap flap of flip flops announcing that the […]

Kukka by Sally Kilgore: Path of Joy

Kukka by Sally Kilgore: Path of Joy

ROCKWALL, TX – April 6, 2022 — Last night it rained on Fay’s garden. The rain came in torrents, with thunder rumbles and startling cacophony of crashes. Lightening flashed in the sky so close and bright, we wondered where it had exploded. Fay’s garden stood protected this time around, the Black Eyed Susan soon to […]

Kukka by Sally Kilgore: Lately

Kukka by Sally Kilgore: Lately

ROCKWALL, TX – March 30, 2022 — Lately, I find myself skipping over the daily memories that pop up on my social media page. Sometimes when I do look at the “Memories” I must wipe a small tear, and experience a sense of wistfulness that I am not eager to feel. So many of those […]

Kukka by Sally Kilgore: One More Frost

Kukka by Sally Kilgore: One More Frost

ROCKWALL, TX – March 10, 2022 — Early March and I know better than to begin planting flowers. There will be another freeze yet. Still, sunshine and 77 degrees and my gardener’s brain spins and whirls with visions of which new beauties will go into the garden this year. Yesterday, I could not resist a […]

Kukka by Sally Kilgore: Jessamine!

ROCKWALL, TX – February 28, 2022 — February in Texas, oh fickle month.  A temperamental twenty-eight day period, faithless and unpredictable, (though, March can be nearly as capricious.)  Upon reaching February, Texans and those settlers who arrived over fifty years ago, long enough to be considered a Texan despite the scoffs of those born on […]