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Dear Internet I do not need any money.

I have been humbled and a bit overwhelmed by the offers of support that my last blog post generated. You are all very nice people, thank you. You made me smile and cry in equal measure and it was quite lovely to feel the warmth of your friendship.

My article, You are Nothing wasn’t a cry for help. Ten years ago I would have been in proper trouble if the same set of circumstances had come about, but we would have survived. This time around my daughter Veronica transferred me through some emergency cash and life went on. The residual fear was still lingering though and so that is why I wrote the article, as I had been thinking about how easy it is to suddenly be in crisis. How something so simple like an admin error can cause a spiral downwards. How vulnerable to outside forces those of us who live close to the bone really are.

Now, my dearest internets, if I needed money I would ask you. I wouldn’t write about a financial crisis or reminisce about living on the dole and hope that you responded generously to my vague hints because that isn’t my style.

Now admire this poppy, isn’t it glorious? The poppies this year are wonderful and these old fashioned “grandma’s petticoats” are flowering like mad. The Spouse is grumbling because they are in all the wrong spots, as if there is ever a right spot for a a flower but where it is happily growing. Every time I catch sight of these through my kitchen window I stop and smile. Summer is finally here, the heady fragrance of Jasmine floats on the air  delighting my soul and the bees have finally arrived. Yay.

Old fashioned poppies

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  • Elephant's Child December 19, 2013, 12:21 pm

    Hugs.
    The poppy is indeed gorgeous, but unlike you I am less than happy that summer is here. I am a sad and soggy mess and longing for Autumn.

  • Krista Petrauskas December 19, 2013, 4:03 pm

    I can hear the song “Summer Breeze”

    SEALS & CROFTS

    Summer Breeze Lyrics

    See the curtains hangin’ in the window
    In the evening on a Friday night
    A little light a-shinin’ through the window
    Lets me know everything’s all right

    Summer breeze makes me feel fine
    Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind
    Summer breeze makes me feel fine
    Blowin’ though the jasmine in my mind

    See the paper layin’ on the sidewalk
    A little music from the house next door
    So I walk on up to the doorstep
    Through the screen and across the floor

    Summer breeze makes me feel fine
    Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind
    Summer breeze makes me feel fine
    Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind

    Sweet days of summer, the jasmine’s in bloom
    July is dressed up and playing her tune
    And I come home from a hard day’s work
    And you’re waitin’ there
    Not a care in the world

    See the smile awaitin’ in the kitchen
    Through cookin’ and the plates for two
    Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
    In the evening when the day is through

    Summer breeze makes me feel fine
    Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
    Summer breeze makes me feel fine
    Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
    Reading about your poppies and your happy thoughts popped this song into my head.
    Your writing always gives me food for thought

  • river December 19, 2013, 6:11 pm

    The poppies are indeed gorgeous, I might have to see if seeds are available anywhere here on the mainland.
    I’m not at all envious of the Jasmine scent though, ours didn’t last as long as usual and I’m so glad to be able to breathe freely without antihistamines.

  • Maureen (Mo) Strom December 20, 2013, 5:54 am

    Wow. Just amazes me how people are the same everywhere.. Diffrent country, same small minded, hardhearted folks…. Shameful.
    On the flowers, beautiful.. Not even winter Solstice yet, and I’m already longing for my Spring flowers… Merry Christmas my friend.

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