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Stop and Smell the Roses, or . . .

Well. More like, “Stop and see me. Now. Take me in with your senses.” A gladiolus patch called out to me. Not quite audibly or olfactibly, but strongly beckoning nonetheless. Made me reverse course (burned a U-ie) to stop and…

October Rain

A chilly rain has been with us for a few days now . . . Hearts are broken in our town. My heart goes out to a grieving family. Raindrops, like tears, they linger.