“I must have flowers, always, and always.”
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Today was long; it started at 5 a.m. and is winding down. Tomorrow is quieter; I have nothing scheduled but blogging and picture-taking. I want to write about enough – how happiness for me comes from appreciating what I have, not ways to get more.
I’ll be posting that in the morning in response to a barrage of messages during me to make flower T-shirts, caps, postcards, books, videos, and podcasts. I need to write about that and why it will never happen. I owe those good people an explanation.
Tonight, reading, rest, and a mystery if I can stay awake. Maria and I share a deep love for British mysteries; it is a terrific and grounding thing to watch together, a special thing to do together; I’ve watched them alone all my life. There are very few British mysteries I haven’t loved.
We like Vera, Morse, Endeavor, Inspector Lewis, and my favorite, Adam Dalgliesh.
Beat up Poppy in the rain.
A baby rose is born.
Flowers and donkeys an incredible collaboration for me.
I’m finding thin and beautiful and graceful flowers for my garden. Delicate, I think, is the word. And I’m continuing my study of floral communities; I see daily evidence of flowers’ awareness of one another and the need to get close if they can.