When the weeds grow tall and need to be mowed the children go crazy for them. They shreak with excitement. Though we see tall ugly weeds, they see beauty needing to be shared. I can not tell you how many countless "tokens of love" I have received. I find them in my pockets when I go home, in my book bag in my car, in my hair...
But I never tire of being on the receiving end, for they are given with love.
Tokens of Love.
Had to snap this shot of them as the children crowded around.
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