By Guinn Sweet | email@example.com
“Fresh spring the herald of love’s mighty king, In whose coat armour richly are display’d, All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring, In goodly colours gloriously array’d.” Edmund Spenser, in “Amoretti”, Sonnet xix, (1595).
Speaking of flowers … wonder of wonders, I have become a “flower person”! I know, I know, you thought that I was an indoor person, always with a book in my hand, or sitting in my chair working cryptograms or crossword puzzles; the truth of which is indisputable to a point. That point has become dimmer, to the fact that it can barely be seen, except by those with 20/20 vision, a discerning imagination or at least an understanding that I can still carry out my life-long passion after my husband has retired to his bed and I can hear his snores at a reasonable distance.
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