Stranded in South Florida, I long for hydrangeas like my grandmother used to grow.
A poet in California misses the hibiscus that took over her Cuban grandmother's Miami yard.
I live in a climate where orchids grow out of what they can grab from the air.
But I want the foliage of my youth.
God smiles at our longings and keeps creating in hopes of delighting us.
feeling the feelings…
1 year ago