
I get the feeling that my dad, Leon, might have been a bit of a "wild child". Here he is in the middle looking a bit like a shaggy pony.
Also, something about the full head of hair, the shape of the face and the stance, reminds me of Greg.
What is it about plant blindness? What do you notice? Weeds and trees leaves and flowers? I see color, form and substance. Plants in my suburban garden feed us and the angora rabbits. Plants color the wool that I spin. Here's the thing - my husband has lost his job. I just don't know what to say here.
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