I've loved the blue of chicory for some time. Usually it turns up in front of my house, but this year it didn't. So I had to pursue it. I didn't have to search very hard. I found some stands of it in a small near-by sports park. Chicory is definitely related to time in my mind - mid summer - which it certainly feels like as I'm writing this. As I get older I find surprising things assume significance - in this case a wild flower - for its brief beauty and its reliability.
Kay Dolezal
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