Hoping the honey bees and butterflies would forgive my theft! I picked a bouquet of prairie wildflowers and placed them in an antique mason jar. I know...soon the bouquet's beauty will fade away and as it must, winter will come.The yellow coreopsis, blue verbena, red devil's paint brush, purple clover, and green stems, will grow tired and fade to brown. The bouquet will be given back to the earth, but in the back of my mind I will tuck it's memory away, Then on a cold winter day when the bitter wind claws at my face, I'll find that memory, and it will warm my heart and give me hope for the coming spring.
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