Deeply Rooted, in Here

Home...is where the snowflakes in the middle of summer are actually the delicate narra blossoms that drift and somersault in midair and eventually settle to burst its vivid orangey color to the otherwise, barren earth.

(This is after teaching (or tricking?) my one year old niece of the make-believe that we used to do (and still do) when we were kids that falling narra blossoms are actually snow flakes. Yellow snow flakes in the middle of summer? Sure.)

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Home…is where the grasses grow greener, more than they’re allowed or expected to be.