When I was a girl, I loved the frilly hollyhocks that grew along the garden fence on my grandmother’s Missouri farm. I was a bookish kid who loved stories, and when one of my teachers told this story about a special hollyhock, it enchanted me. Now, as a grownup, I still remember it when I see hollyhocks in bloom. And I think about it when I read about . . . MORE on my new LifeScapes blog
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