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KW when I got caught.

I know better than to tell her I was talking to a jar of water, but whether it is because of chatting up a hydrangea sprig or not, the thing recently produced two tiny sets of leaves that are sprouting under water.

In her mind the idea of my talking to a hydrangea sprig is equal to her father reading “Ulysses” to a field of wheat or soybeans. Wasn't proper.

Still there are those two sets of leaves growing under water, and they were not there last week.

joenphillips@yahoo.com

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