Before
After
Spring - and green - did indeed arrive,
as it always does.
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As I walked in the park the other day, I was struck - as I am every year - at the changes in familiar places from season to season. The cycle of the seasons is beautiful to notice.
I saw my first peonies of the season growing in the park, and they remind me of the peony plants both my grandma and my mom had in their yards. My mom cut a bunch of peonies on the last day of school every year for me to give to my teacher. I remember carrying the bouquets to school wrapped in wet paper towels and with ants crawling all over them. Ants love peonies. I do too.
I saw my first peonies of the season growing in the park, and they remind me of the peony plants both my grandma and my mom had in their yards. My mom cut a bunch of peonies on the last day of school every year for me to give to my teacher. I remember carrying the bouquets to school wrapped in wet paper towels and with ants crawling all over them. Ants love peonies. I do too.
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