So often, I have considered my writing to be little more than paint hurled against the wall.  

But in a better frame of mind, I like to think of my different pieces as the handful of flower seeds tossed onto fertile soil.

Some pieces are hollyhocks, tall stately flowers forming the background of my garden.

Other articles are petunias, small offerings gracing the border of the garden and highlighting the snapdragons just behind them.

Paint or flower?  You decide.  

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