One of my favorite phrases from childhood is “tell me a story.” Four words that were an invitation to weave together the day’s events into a narrative with a beginning, middle and an end. Well, on this quiet Monday (at least where I am), I invite you to tell me a story using the following image recently sent to me by a friend. It is a petunia growing straight out of a wall. If you know nothing of petunias, let me tell you, it takes a while for them to grow from seed into a flowering plant. How did it get there? As it grew, did people stop to stare? As the blossom formed, was anyone tempted to pick it? How in the world has it survived the recent summer storms? Hardy little thing it surely is.
The Petunia Wall by Frank Reece
Words + Images 