When I was young, I thought all birds sang, all plants bloomed, and all hearts loved.

Then I learned some birds are happy to quack, and ferns and mosses don’t bloom.

But even in the sunset of my days, I know a heart without love is no heart at all.

A prolific writer, Carol Reeves is loving the freedom and challenges of 50 word stories. Her memoir, “All the Little Miracles,” was published last year.