My life is pretty crazy and sometimes scary right now, which is why I so much enjoyed my few moments out in my friend Lois's garden near Portland, Oregon last Sunday. So, in honor of you, Lois, here's the photo of your pink poppy, and a befitting poem I found here:Healing Garden
Your healing garden takes stock
of what you need.
We chose large pink blossoms
for fragrance;
and for sweetness, we have red strawberries.
Ageratum, those low growing blues
to remind us of sadness,
which comes to us, sometimes,
so we'll put them
near the snapdragons,
rocketing to the sky in brilliant crimson
like your dreams,
powered by the sun
in those yellow pansies,
that can grow even in shade for a time
if they must.
And that single, glorious, tall pink poppy
for the center.
We bought young plants to start small,
and surprise us with unknown, radiant colors
that will bloom from the warmth
of your inner sun.
Remember-it's never too soon
or too late
for planting.
Your healing garden takes stock
of what you need.
We chose large pink blossoms
for fragrance;
and for sweetness, we have red strawberries.
Ageratum, those low growing blues
to remind us of sadness,
which comes to us, sometimes,
so we'll put them
near the snapdragons,
rocketing to the sky in brilliant crimson
like your dreams,
powered by the sun
in those yellow pansies,
that can grow even in shade for a time
if they must.
And that single, glorious, tall pink poppy
for the center.
We bought young plants to start small,
and surprise us with unknown, radiant colors
that will bloom from the warmth
of your inner sun.
Remember-it's never too soon
or too late
for planting.
~~Lenore Horowitz
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