Through The Trees

Hello there =) I stopped by the cemetery the other day to say hi to my grandma.  I realized her flowers were desperately faded and made a note to buy new ones.  You’re not allowed to plant live things in this cemetery so she has fabric flowers.  They really look very lovely.  Until they fade….

White dandelion, puff balls, wish makers. Whatever you call them, they’ve been delighting children forever. Whisking their wishes off with the breeze to a faraway land that will hopefully grant them. Or the neighbors yard. But still, you wished anyways. [Tweet “Make a wish and throw your cares into the wind.”] Strolling through my mom’s yard…