Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Flowers for my mom

For my mom.

My mom asked me to take a picture of the flowers I planted in a pot on my front stoop. So, I did. Ta-da.

While I was out front taking these pictures, my tough-as-nails, 70-something neighbor was beating down my side door, cigarette and beer in hand. He had something for me. A deer sausage. Fresh from his pants pocket.


These are flowers. Pansies, marigolds and something else.