Jon stood in the doorway, a ball jar of Znnia’s in both hands and little kids smile on his face. “These are for you,” he said.
Then he told me how much he likes pruning his Zinnia garden and arranging the flowers. Two things I’ve never seen him do before.
I looked down at the bouquet, all the flowers bunched together in an intense explosion of color and texture. I put the Zinnia’s on the altar in my studio and I can’t stop looking at them.
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