Saturday, August 24, 2013


August 23, Columbia.

Back in the spring I threw a bunch of seeds in the ground at the foot of the porch, wildflowers and morning glory, wild dreams of prairie exuberance in mind. When we left in late May there was miserly leaves showing, promising nothing.
The morning glory is now greeting me every day, inching its way up the wind chime.
This just makes me happy.

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