Every morning I drive by our ever changing 7 acres of MD Anderson prairie of native grasses, wild flowers, and winding trails dotted with a few clusters of trees and crape myrtles. This morning as I sat at the red light adjacent to the prairie, I could feel the grasses dancing and the flowers yawning. I was back in the late 60’s in Germany working as a lifeguard in an orphanage and every morning walked across fields of grasses and red poppies. That summer I read James Michener and pressed poppies in his books. I still have pages of pressed poppies reminding me of delicateness, yet resilience and joy of our lives. Press some joy in your spirit this holiday season!
Poppy Fields Dancing
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