Younger son remarked that this row of sunflowers, nodding and swaying in the hot breeze, looked like slaves, trodding along with their heads hung low.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Summer~
When it is too hot to stop and smell the roses we can at least stop and admire the beauty of the sunflowers, planted by landless "farmers" in a vacant field in our neighborhood.
Younger son remarked that this row of sunflowers, nodding and swaying in the hot breeze, looked like slaves, trodding along with their heads hung low.
Younger son remarked that this row of sunflowers, nodding and swaying in the hot breeze, looked like slaves, trodding along with their heads hung low.
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