“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.”
That is what Monet said. We have this neighborhood flower man. He really likes us. Probably because we buy flowers. He is always giving us a deal and throwing in extra flowers. I tried, but I cannot live without them. Elder Florist spoiled me.
To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in another only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him. Goethe
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I, too, have been spoiled.
Yes, Dad has spoiled us all. And luckily, Brendon keeps on spoiling me! :)
Flowers are so beautiful. I really miss being able to pick some from our yard.
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