Last fall I forgot to dig the bulbs up, this summer they bloom again,
despite my forgetfulness. Perhaps out of spite.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
thursday
Color explodes from the hollyhocks that have been shared around the neighborhood for decades.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
twenty-one
Where do the days go when a child slips from wide eyed babe to bright eyed woman?
Time on its relentless march with only change in it's trail. Children grow and Omas go, and nothing, no nothing, stays the same. Summer is slipping by just as the moments tick beyond reach. The now precariously perched.
Today I missed mom. It is the first time she has missed Maria's birthday. Reality is trying to peek into the packaged grief.
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