Uncle Skunk was my mother's favorite flower despite its strong scent. Its habit of appearing in swamplands associates it closely with frogs and tadpoles, both of which held places close to her heart. Each year, I begin watching for Uncle Skunk's emergence in early to mid-March, but almost without exception, some specimens can be found within a few days of equinox. It is then that memories of my mom run most strongly, as if in some way her spirit now resides contentedly with Uncle Skunk, watching new generations of frogs following on the heels of the old.
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Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Uncle Skunk
Uncle Skunk was my mother's favorite flower despite its strong scent. Its habit of appearing in swamplands associates it closely with frogs and tadpoles, both of which held places close to her heart. Each year, I begin watching for Uncle Skunk's emergence in early to mid-March, but almost without exception, some specimens can be found within a few days of equinox. It is then that memories of my mom run most strongly, as if in some way her spirit now resides contentedly with Uncle Skunk, watching new generations of frogs following on the heels of the old.
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