This morning, nine degrees, and this afternoon 39 and raining. So it goes. Every day, people write me to thank me for my flower pictures. What a gift to know they mean so much to people, and what a surprise that I am a person doing that. I am not a likely flower person, at least not for most of my life.

I never grew flowers or knew the names of any, I helped Maria once in a while to get donkey manure into her gardens, and I began to water them.

That was my first connection to flowers, and I guess it grew and grew until photography opened my eyes to their beauty and individuality.

All good. And now I can take great pleasure for giving other people great pleasure. It seems fair. Thanks for your good words. It is an honor and a pleasure to share my flowers with you. I hope every one of you gets your water and gardens back, wherever you are.