All that was left was a dry stick

 

I walked by a small garden today on the way to the garage. I sighed and said, "this garden is going to be no more." A beautiful Tiger Sumac bush which grows there has lovely light green fern like leaves. There is also a small curly dry stick laying below it. The stick is bleached by the snow, rain, and sun.

We get accustomed to our spaces and areas and even weeds. I have a fondness for both the bush and the stick. I'm used to seeing it. This small garden, the bush and the stick will be "no more." Alas, "no more."

David Brinkman both a friend and a contractor, is going to start building an addi...



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