An ode to letting rooted things stay
My weeping cherry tree’s name is Meredith. She yelled it at me (maybe because I didn’t know how to listen otherwise.) And she is staying.
Mildred, Agnes, and Betty did the same to me yesterday while I was staring at them. Strong women we have around us.
My weeping cherry tree’s name is Meredith. She yelled it at me (maybe because I didn’t know how to listen otherwise.) And she is staying.
Mildred, Agnes, and Betty did the same to me yesterday while I was staring at them. Strong women we have around us.