When I left Ohio, one of my dear friends adopted the only orchid that I had managed to keep alive, ever. She is one of those rare people, irreplaceable, kind of like a rare orchid, and sometimes I wish she could adopt me along with the orchid.
(This is an absurd notion, by the way, considering her children are the same ages as mine, and I'm thirty-eight.)
Her kids don't know what that have....lucky little people.
She sent me a text yesterday along with this picture.
(This is an absurd notion, by the way, considering her children are the same ages as mine, and I'm thirty-eight.)
Her kids don't know what that have....lucky little people.
She sent me a text yesterday along with this picture.
It said, "Still blooming! I hope you are too :)"
I am certainly trying. The ground feels surprisingly hard and unfamiliar at times, but I think it is beginning to soften.
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