Dear Drowsey Monkey,
Congratulations on your first full year of blogging today!
In these honeysuckle flowers I hope you'll see yourself. In them I see a wild shrub that becomes as tall as a tree. (Are you tall?) And it smells very good. (You do smell good, don't you?) I see shapes unique among flowers. (Um, I mean . . .) I see a lightness that stands out from the rest. In this pitcher arrangement I see homeyness, a link to the past. I see each blossom as one of your outrageous stories.
Keep telling your stories. We need to smile more. And fall on the floor laughing.
Here's to another year!
love,
Ruth (aka your adopted mother)
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