Walking to the high school today I saw something blowing along by the door to the back corridor- at first I thought it was a bird, then I got closer, and thought it was a crumpled up bag or piece of paper, and inwardly started cursing the Kids These Days- incidentally, as I write this Kids are burning rubber outside my house... but I digress. I was mentally cursing kids. If you work with them, this will happen from time to time.
Then I stepped even closer, and lo and behold, it was a dried hydrangea head. Which is a much lovelier object. And I prefer to think of plants being the miscreants for once. It's nice to change it up, and shake my fist: "You damned grass! Git off my lawn!!!"
Just saying.
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