I've planted an amyrilis and named her Sunny. Every day I mist her and turn her so that she will grow straight and tall. She is not as playful as my dogs, but on the other hand, she does not bark. Caring for a plant is calming and centering. It appeals to the zen side of my brain and probably to my inner Druid (my ancestors worshipped trees, you know). Well, it's been a long day, full of stuff, the latest bead on a string of similar days. And so to bed. And flights of angels see thee to they rest.
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