
I was mowing the grass yesterday, and Solon just started crying. The mower has never bothered him before, so I wasn't sure what his deal was..until I saw him picking all the little white weed-flowers. He and I sit out in the backyard a lot, and we pick these
flowers together..where I then weave them and make little
bracelets and crowns. So, maybe he was upset that I was whacking them all down. He was like the little
Tienanmen square dude. Blocking my path as I made my rounds. So, I decided to leave him a little patch for him to enjoy.
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