Wednesday, May 21, 2025

Let me bring you some...

Today I'm picking flowers, arranging them in a porcelain vase, and shamelessly paraphrasing p. 62 of my book. 

When we moved to this house, Pam noticed a poorly-lit area that was bare, except for a few weeds that had the potential and network of roots to dominate. "Let me bring you some lily of the valley," she offered.

She did, and every spring I remember that kindness. And her.