 (c) 2018 Larry Pizzi Why do commonplace things sometimes catch our eye?
For me, in a world in which it seems every headline ends in an exclamation point whether it needs it or not and much of what passes for news is click bait, the mundane is refreshing and sobering. I look at this array and wonder what they're for. But I also wonder about the people who designed them, manufactured them, planned their use, loaded them, unloaded them, and installed them. Each one quietly and without fanfare doing an honest day's work. No exclamation points. No hyperbole. No click bait. Just humanity in the simplicity of black and white.
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My son died nearly 22 years ago at the age of 12. A few weeks after his death, some very kind people planted a public garden in his memory. One of the plants was this oat grass.  (c) 2018, Larry Pizzi His mother and I have relocated several times in the intervening years. Each time we carried with us a sprig of the oat grass, planted it, and watched it grow and spread. Today, its offspring are firmly rooted in Kansas, North Carolina, Massachusetts, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey.
It is bitter cold here today. The ground is as hard as rock. Yet, without fail, in a couple of months, the days will lengthen, the ground will thaw, and the oat grass will return, breaking through the soil to begin another year to spread beyond last year's boundaries. Without fail. Life will not be denied where there is love, patience, and hope! |
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