Heads up. If you’re on my email list, you may have seen a rough draft of this story last weekend. I accidentally published it (that’s humbling) then moved it into private so no one else could see it. I’m trying again. Because this flower can’t hang out in private! My...
It was Saturday morning. We were having breakfast, farm fresh eggs so yellow that Todd asked, “How did you make the eggs this color?” Summer air was blowing in through the window. The neighbor had just finished mowing her lawn, the smell of fresh cut grass still...
