P has wanted to pick flowers since the first daffodil opened its bleary head this spring. Its a ticket worthy offense in the park and his innate rebel really disliked that. But his innate fear of cops and security guards beat the rebel in that particular battle :)
So he was thrilled with yet another freedom in Kansas. Sweet Grams gave a head nod to every flower pick P proffered. He was in heaven. The kitchen was filled with fragrant bouquets for most of our stay....
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