I clocked out of work, and got to my car, and there were Queen Anne’s Lace flowers…sitting on my windshield. I can’t even explain the smile and joy it brought me.
Mom says, no flower is a weed unless it is unwanted in the place it is.
At first I called them weeds, but I now understand that they are flowers.
Heart is skipping beats.
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