A Transparent Eyeball

By heidimconley

A Cart Full of Flowers

Tried to go to a couple greenhouses with a friend today--both were closed. Chagrin. We finally ended up at a local department store--the only place we could find a relatively decent array of flowers to choose from. I wasn't buying--my pots will come next month--but I enjoyed being along for the ride. My eyes rejoiced at the splashes of color after winter's gray length. Someday I will see bluebells in an English spring in person. Until then, these will do.

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