This is what I'm dreaming of for next summer at this time. These adorn the picket fence three blocks from my house. I've had the pleasure of driving by these hollyhocks whenever I get out to that "other world" of economic scramble...Target, Wally World, QuikTrip for gas, etc. These just take me back to a reality I had as a child...at the back of my next door neighbor's house. We would turn the hollyhock blooms upside down and pin on a bud (can you see them at the top of the stems?) for the "head" of the doll. The flourishing petals were the "skirts" and then we could pretend to be at the ball... Ah...southern Missouri in the 1950's.
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