by Tara Campbell
I was headin’ out to feed the cows when I heard a zinnia ask, “You got a minute?”
I shoulda known. When a flower asks you if you got a minute, it’s gonna take more’n a minute. But I didn’t think nothin’ of it at the time. I looked down and all I saw was a few a my wife’s pink zinnias straggling up from a dusty patch a dirt. Their heads were all turned in my direction, so I didn’t know at first which one had spoke to me.
“Excuse me?” I asked. Continue reading