Reading me

I was just getting ready to post this picture of one of the flowering quinces across the lake (I usually call them japonica, though that's not strictly the name), when a note from my dear friend Lou popped into my mailbox.

She's awfully complimentary about my flower pictures and has been thinking about using some of them for collages, which she's quite good at. I'm flattered, but since I know nothing about what she'd need, I invited her to make a list of prints she might want.

I hope she won't mind if I quote the note: "I was up last night til almost 2, fascinated, scrolling through 3½ years of blogs identifying various flora and stopping along the way to check out things I hadn't remembered. . . .

"I've filled 3 or 4 pages of notes, ranging from single to double checks, to stars and "must use," which I will edit down . . . (like which japonica do I want to use and how many different night-blooming cereus do I want?). . . ."

I hadn't posted any japonica, but this one was already blooming in my heart. Which she's always been uncanny in reading.