Friday, August 17

This is a tiny little zinnia, almost a miniature, from my youngest son's garden. He wanted his own piece of garden this year, and in his little plot he has managed to outgarden me in every way, succeeding with strawberries, zinnias and transvaal daisies, all of which have always been failures for me. What a joy for a parent to glimpse a child's individual talents!

In summer, the song sings itself. ~William Carlos Williams

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