Anyway, in the last couple weeks, from the desert floor covered with gravel hauled in from vast distances at great expense to keep the dust and mud down, spring has sprung. If you look at the foreground there are three quite obvious plants, then under the stoop itself there are a few more, and just past the stoop a few more--my front yard has 8 new plants growing up out of the rock-covered soil... somewhere in there is an allegory, a parable, or a nice metaphor... you figure it out...
This is my stoop... that sounds odd, but there it is... my stoop... although that may be a generous term for it.
Anyway, in the last couple weeks, from the desert floor covered with gravel hauled in from vast distances at great expense to keep the dust and mud down, spring has sprung. If you look at the foreground there are three quite obvious plants, then under the stoop itself there are a few more, and just past the stoop a few more--my front yard has 8 new plants growing up out of the rock-covered soil... somewhere in there is an allegory, a parable, or a nice metaphor... you figure it out...
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