March 22, 2003
In the gloriously unseasonal season weather more suited to May than March I tend my garden, dreaming of what might blossom this year, flowers and other things. I no longer try to stem the obsession and instead give it free rein. The recent posts, including another teasing inquiry, "will you be my girlfriend?" still have me giggling. What would they think if they knew I lived in the Crimson Tower Palace, that it has been so named for years? Christened by someone who didn't even know of the existence of King Crimson, the name stuck for a variety of reasons.