Oh The Things That Grow!
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Since the storm, our neighborhood hasn't been the same. The fir tree across the way that we enjoyed from our front window was chopped down last week. Our ninety-something-goddess-of-the-garden-neighbor across the street has put her house up for sale. During the now definable SUPERCELL, I watched her tree fall down, smash her fence and threaten the roof of her house. Bud's Russian Olive, our favorite scary Halloween tree, is just a stump of ivy. Things feel different.
Different sad.
But not my zinneas and dahlias. They keep procreating despite it all. Everyday or so I cut a fresh bouquet for a little vase collected from random places. Pinks, yellows, purples, oranges, and some colors I can't define with the language I know. Red geraniums are peeking out now that the days are cooler.
The only word I can use to explain the joy it gives me to see them growing, blooming and multiplying is lovely.
Absolutely lovely.