their seasonal appearance denotes your passing, not her own.
a poppy in the friendship garden
i have been thinking a lot of community. I suppose I always consider community, but right now I am considering myself in my community and where I want my community to be. rather where would I bloom in my community. is that here, in golden? is it somewhere with a longer growing season? is it somewhere where fertile land is attainable? and if the place does have land, who are the people surrounding that land? how do they treat it, what is their sense of community. and I keep going in circles because we all want to make our home work for us instead of seeking a new home. once we are tied to our community, change is hard. are we innately creatures of habit or can we scatter around with shallow roots?
this mama wants roots. I'm ready for my family's perennial home.