Today when I got home to Kelley Ridge and to 4th Street, I was so glad that my plants had not frozen. At Kelley Ridge I have a big pot of impatiens that I have kept alive since I was at TwoTrees, and I was certain the frost on Thursday night might have nipped them. As it turns out everything was fine–the Boston ferns and the white geraniums at 4th St. and the Uncle Art red geraniums at KR, too. Then as I looked at the crowded living room full of stuff that I had moved out of the 4th St. apartment, I noticed how many things were from Uncle Art’s house–cupboards, table, plant stands, and of course, red geraniums. I remembered his hands had touched them all. His hands had touched them. His hands.

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