the hollyhock seeds. There is nothing, NOTHING more perfect than hollyhock seeds. And they take me Back. When i was very small child there were hollyhocks growing in the alley in Detroit….Michigan. At Ghost Ranch in New Mexico, at Georgia OKeefe's home and the garden of a walkway where i put my hand out and skimmed the hollyhocks there, pocketing many seeds, bringing them back to plant them. They grew.
Just in the last few days, going through all the STUFF, i find a baggie of seeds, Black Hollyhock, From Jill Lee Jones that's been lost since 2015, that i have searched for many times, but i find them a couple days ago.
So maybe it's Hollyhocks. It is hollyhocks, but as a symbol…
it's as Sue in Calgary so perfectly put it, perfectly, in yesterday's comments: "It seems to depend on what's challenging for me now. it's some aspect of the person i was in that place that i really miss."
i love the choice of words….some aspect….
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