I feel a need to think about flowers right now. Forget-me-Nots. Bugloss. Related. Chase the bugs away? Even bugloss weeds are pretty when they bloom. We used to collect wild baby's breath (not related), to be dried and used in DW's bokays, in one fallow area that had all this bugloss that would bloom – kinda fun just to walk around out there

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I started off the day thinking about 1968 – I know not why. I made it to the end of February and didn't pull out Robert McNamara's book on the shelf beside me. It was such a traumatic year for me. By now, I was doing okay that year. Not much had lightened any of the weight through the months but a certain sense of safety and resignation was setting in. I don't know if I baked pumpkin pies for Thanksgiving but, maybe. I need to think of flowers.
Steve