Wednesday, February 11





Blow-Flowers.
My most favorite flower.

Every one I see holds wonderful memories of warm days and picnics and  hours of fun spent with people I most love in the world. 
Some see a weed, I see giggles and sunshine and I hear laughter of little ones as they blow as hard as they can and are amazed at the parachute seeds flying in the wind.


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