Every summer, hibiscus blossoms the size of dinner plates flop mightily in front of Stirling's Coffee House. The manager, the chicken-loving owner of the disputed ornamentals (see an earlier blog entry about savesewaneechickens), has a green thumb without equal.
Even for someone who only rarely frequents a coffeehouse, a special trip is in order to marvel at the pink, red, and white showy blooms. For the first time in several weeks, we had a little rain today, so on my way to a reading by Richard Bausch, I stopped by just to see the flowers. The cliche says to stop and see the roses. If you're in my town, it should be stop and see the hibiscus.
Even for someone who only rarely frequents a coffeehouse, a special trip is in order to marvel at the pink, red, and white showy blooms. For the first time in several weeks, we had a little rain today, so on my way to a reading by Richard Bausch, I stopped by just to see the flowers. The cliche says to stop and see the roses. If you're in my town, it should be stop and see the hibiscus.
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