“Hedges”
“Conviction”
I remember years ago when I was young. My aunt would call my mother and ask if us boys could come over and trim her hedges. We would say, Oh-No. These weren’t just any hedges; they were tall, wide, thick and had white flowers that filled the air with a thick super sweet aroma. It was sickening sweet. I can still smell them today. Continue reading ““Hedges””