The Sense of Home
Where there are Hollyhocks, it feels like home to me. When we brought Carrie home from the Renville County Hospital at Beaver Falls, the Hollyhocks were in the process of shedding their seeds from a bountiful blooming season. When Kevin was brought home from the Hutchinson Hospital the Hollyhocks were in full bloom all along the granary. At our South Branch farm place the milk house to the power pole was adorned with the bounty of various colors of the Hollyhocks. I am thrilled that my home on Stauffer Avenue is showing multiple plants in bloom. The stalks are over seven feet tall. Dennis helped me stake them up as the rains have made the plants grow fast and the wet soils do not want to give good support. Hollyhocks are bi-annuals and I am very thankful for the winds and the birds that have given such a great gift. I may have to visit a nursery yet this year to plant some new plants in the hopes that next year, I won’t have to be without these treasures. There are just some triggers that flood my memories . . . and they are all priceless.