When we left Virginia two years ago, I urged my good friend Sarah to transplant my asters to her yard. They had grown from a tiny two-dollar seedling into a great and glorious clump, and I couldn’t bear to think of them withering away, neglected. Remember the going-away present those flowers gave us?
Now Sarah’s gang gets presents too. Beautiful!
Bucket o’ Rice
links for 2008-02-14
I Am Married to Black Coffee
I Unpacked the Card-Reader
Can You Tell She Doesn’t Watch Much Television?