Time for spring cleaning, airing out rooms and mattresses, washing windows and working up a sweat that's been afraid to come out for fear it would turn to ice. The dogwoods have blossomed too. Flowers have always intrigued me. For all the many varieties, they grow together, die together, and eventually decay together. They're nothing like people.
People fight because when they sense they're different from someone else.
Flowers merely blossom. They're never at war. I'm supposed meet with Lee-Sue today. Not what society thinks, or what the shrinks think. If you're a woman in mind, heart, and soul, then that's who you are.