Bending toward the sun…unedited…

I've been admiring a plant my mother has on her back porch. Mom has a green thumb; I am only an admirer. "What are those," I asked mom, while we sat out on the back porch. "Those are weak looking things." "I don't know what those are, Possum. They bend toward the sunlight." After losing... Continue Reading →

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