It’s hard to find the bright side of a soggy garden – all attempts seem trite butI’ll try because without hope, what do we have? Perhaps the survival of a water logged plant that holds out for the bashful sun – like a child holding its nose under water – gets to burst into activity when the sun finally comes forth – its heat evaporating the excess weight, and invigorating the dance in celebration of yet another survival.
Still Iris, on a rainy day there’s nothing better than to sit at the window and admire your creations in bloom – especially when that day is the longest day of the year. They will still look wonderful
Haha, I hope it’s clear skies for you tomorrow Iris. Then again, this kind of tragedy creates great art!
It’s hard to find the bright side of a soggy garden – all attempts seem trite butI’ll try because without hope, what do we have? Perhaps the survival of a water logged plant that holds out for the bashful sun – like a child holding its nose under water – gets to burst into activity when the sun finally comes forth – its heat evaporating the excess weight, and invigorating the dance in celebration of yet another survival.
Still Iris, on a rainy day there’s nothing better than to sit at the window and admire your creations in bloom – especially when that day is the longest day of the year. They will still look wonderful
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