The Jerusalem Artichoke is blooming in my neglected flower and herb bed. Even the weeds haven't killed it. I first saw it blooming along the road to my friend's house. Susan lives on a hill at the end of a road. It's quiet, peaceful, and welcoming. She gave me plants to put in my garden and they have been blooming for me for years. The blooms remind me of her. She is bright and pleasant. When I was teaching, I saw her every day. Now I see her occasionally, but not near enough. I've let the weeds grow between us just like I let the weeds grow all around the plant she gave me. Looking at the blooms today reminded me that all I have to do is step into the weeds and she'll be there. She is a dear friend and brings much joy into my life.
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I came across your blog when I searched Google Images for Sonny Brewer Cormac, just so you know. After reading that entry, I clicked on 2005 and am browsing along, enjoying your writing and the photos sprinkled here and there.
This particular post made me stop. It's poignant and perfect. Thanks.
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