Still healing from my surgery so typing is still difficult, hence another summer rerun.
Annie didn’t want to take an apple to Mrs. Rinehart, her third grade teacher. That is what everybody did. It was the classic fall gift for a teacher. She wanted, though, to get Mrs. Rinehart to like her so she wanted to take her something different. Something that Annie thought Mrs. Rinehart would like.
Wandering around the backyard on the cool fall Sunday afternoon, Annie noticed some wildflowers still blooming. The white rhinestone heads that contained a single black flower in the center of the Queen Anne’s lace and the yellows and gold of the marigolds were among the flowers she picked. When she was through, she had a small bouquet. It wasn’t large, but it wasn’t too small, either. It was just about the right size for a vase on a teacher’s desk.
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