
I'm not a horticulturalist so I've really not a clue about the name this flowering shrub has here, I'd say, do you? But one thing I am certain of with n'er a pause to think is that its really lovely with its many flowers of pink
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In a quiet tone she asked,
Momma, why is the night sky pink?
I watched her in the rear view mirror,
Her young mind lay full of wonder,
Her dark brown eyes, sleepy.
The conversation, used tactfully,
as minor attempt to fight the sleep that lay before her.
We pushed down the hushed, sleeping street.
Rows of houses dark, mailboxes tightly sealed.
No busy squirrels gathering food.