Monday, July 12, 2010
Hollyhocks...
...are part of a haunting memory of mine of growing up in Iowa. They seem to be everywhere growing like weeds. They grew in the shade and in sunshine with a dull sort of color in a dull sort of bloom. They did not smell nice like many flowers but rather they had what I would call an unremarkable smell. Not something you wanted or would remember. For some reason I remember them growing most often in the alleys of my home town often growing against an old wooden fence or a crumbling outhouse or barn. Not a place that any self respecting flower would want to be.
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