Ahhhh. To be in the full sun among the birdies and the flowers, it is delightful, yes? So peaceful, so lovely, so – how do you say it? Real? I can tell by the look in your eyes that you are a person of exquisite taste and refinement. That you surround yourself with beauty is obvious. Yet perhaps, just perhaps, something is missing. Something that would bring you great joy-- that would fill the emptiness in your hanging baskets, containers, and landscapes. Please permit me to help.

For you alone I will cover myself with a plethora of blooming flowers the color of a maiden’s blushing cheek. I will vein them with the richness of dark, sweet wine. Your hands, your lovely hands, will never know the repetitiveness of deadheading. Neither the burning heat of summer nor swarms of nectar-crazed butterflies and hummingbirds can change what I feel for you. For myself, I ask nothing except food and water. It is only so that I may remain with you, still fresh, still cloaked in blooms until the first hard frost. Or if you make a home for me in zones 10 – 11, we can be together always. Now take me. I am yours.