Flowers occasionally bloom among the weeds that have almost completely enveloped the western side of the house. Olivia often seeks them out before entering the house, plucking them to put in a vase or to give to G when she comes over. On this afternoon, our lil’ florist – it’s in her blood; my grandparents owned and operated a flower shop – found a new use for the Black-Eyed Susan she’d picked.
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