4.22.08

Pyracantha…my grandmother had huge pyracantha bushes in her backyard, against the fence. In order to see over to the other side (where big orange radio antennas were being fabricated, and were partially built, resting mysteriously on the ground), we had to climb up the fence through those thorny branches.

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One Response to “4.22.08”

  1. SPO Says:

    A beautiful interpretation of your detailed memory. I think my grandparents had similar bushes – I’ll enjoy picturing them just like this from now on!

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