Zinnias’ unpretentious, joyous wonder can make me smile without even trying, with their pop-pop colors and sturdy stalks. Zinnias remind me of home, which reminds me of childhood, which reminds me of summer—blackberry pies, swimming at my cousins’ house, then coming back for dinner with a bouquet of zinnias on the kitchen table. That reminds me of home again, and the swirl starts all over.
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