August waning, this year’s grin garden is at its peak. Tucked in and viewable from only 25 feet of gravel road frontage, it’s easy to miss on P Avenue. We call it “P as in peaceful”, but it is often not. That rural road hosts a stunning number of vehicles in big hurries. I wonder how many people spot the wee garden and how many smiles it evokes. I pull the tan van in or out of there at least once a day. The garden’s surprise has worn off for me, but I still can’t help but smile…
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