Think of Monet on a sunny day, me when it rains.
Celery stalks grow in the home garden. We will pick them, wash them, turn them into juice. I
always do this with you. I do this for you, even though I like it the most.
Look at the garden where the flowers grow. I pick a tulip for you. Picked from the place where
you expected us to grow. Where you expected whatever it is you expect to come from the earth
to grow.
A single purple flower. A snip across its stem. A trip inside. A vase of water. A glass of celery juice.
It is spring and you are mine.
Celery stalks grow in the home garden. We will pick them, wash them, turn them into juice. I
always do this with you. I do this for you, even though I like it the most.
Look at the garden where the flowers grow. I pick a tulip for you. Picked from the place where
you expected us to grow. Where you expected whatever it is you expect to come from the earth
to grow.
A single purple flower. A snip across its stem. A trip inside. A vase of water. A glass of celery juice.
It is spring and you are mine.