Beautiful Weeds, that sway in the breeze.


  1. One of my favorite things was taking a few weeks each summer to slowly drive south to visit with family for a week or two, then meander home.

    One of the signs that I was getting close was the masses of red poppies that filled the median strips on the highway after descending from the mountains. It was glorious and the poppies that followed did not have the same numbers or impact. This is still one of my all-time favorite memories. Thank you for reminding me.


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