This is my back door.  Those of you following this blog will  recognize this sunflower as my Pilgrim. A volunteer onto my shore like Pretty Kitty. We had to bring her inside because the temps have started to dip  below freezing and being inside is her only hope. But she wants out.

I understand because since the moment I first gained consciousness, I’ve felt the same way.  What?  This planet again.

Yes, she must release her seeds into the world and yes, their future is unclear.

I feel like her.  I want out of a world where mass shootings are the norm.