Dear flowers,
While I prefer you outside, as part of living plants, even the chant of "look what's dying in a vase in your living room!" from the most sarcastic parts of my brain isn't enough to stop me feeling like you brighten things up a bit even indoors. And while those morbid thoughts are more than enough to stop me ever buying you (also I'm a cheapskate) I've still been known to scavenge through the dumpster by my work when the florist next door gets rid of the less-than-perfect specimens of you at the end of the day, and this week it's paid off with four or five very happy days of thinking, "Yes, they may be dead but they're still nicer here than in a dumpster and unlike the flower place I'll compost them afterwards."
So thanks for being pretty even as you slowly die in my living room, flowers, and though I can't promise I won't cut any of you from my garden this year, I think I can keep it down to a reasonable minimum. Just a few of you are often enough to make me smile.
Love,
-Tracy
Title abridged 1 December 2011.
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- Tracy
- New York, New York, United States
- I like writing letters, but I often leave them unfinished. Other times I write letters that I couldn't send even if I finished them, but even that shouldn't be enough of an excuse to keep me from writing. My hope for this project is that having a place to post these unaddressable letters (puns intended) will free me to write them.
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