There is a wonderful Robert Frost poem called "The Tuft of Flowers." (You can find the whole poem here: http://www.bartleby.com/117/24.html). Today when I was mowing the front yard, I saw these three white flowers and the Frost poem immedialtely came to mind. I couldn't bear to run the mower over them! So I carefully mowed around them, and let them be. If you read the poem, you will understand.
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Wow, what a beautiful poem in so many ways. First, the "whether they work together or apart" is lovely, but of course "the tuft the scythe had spared" is incredible. I LOVE that you left these little flowers here. Good job, Dad!
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