When I planted these flowers, it didn’t even occur to me that they’d grow behind bars. But on looking at this photo it hit me: How many of us imprison ourselves without even realizing it?
As for me, I used to live behind the bars of the familiar, hesitating to go anywhere new. My excuse was that I’d get lost. Finally, a fed-up friend shamed me into learning to navigate. After all, if my two Grandpa Charlies and my Grandmas Ida and Rose could make it to the USA from the Ukraine, surely I could figure out how to reach remote parts of Brooklyn. Here’s to them: Click Here.
Happy 4th of July!