Hollyhocks at the bus stop
On Friday morning, I was waiting for the bus to work, and rather than look across the street to the perpetual construction, I looked behind me at the flowers. These remind me of the wall of hollyhocks that lined the driveway at Grandma and Grandpa Reed's. It was a pleasant memory to get me through one more day of teaching in the new semester...
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Here's to the power of simple pleasures. . .
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