I just want to remember this, this sunny September Saturday afternoon. The only thing on the calendar is "New Baby". In the meantime silver puff artichoke seeds detach and float away into the sky and the children sail off into a future I shall not see.
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4 comments:
I love these words but they make me sad and very, very human and flawed.
Yeah. It is what it is, isn't it.
By the way, I love the floating seeds picture. That's an artichoke?? Never seen one not on a plate with mayonnaise on the side.
Yes. An artichoke. The plant in this particular photo is about 10 feet tall and a world into itself No mayo on it.
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