The Mental Notes of Currie and The Plant Keeper

Dear Plant Keeper,

The sky was fiery peach and strawberry this morning. A touch of salmon flesh mixed with juicy cantaloupe. Burning smoky clouds blushed on the eastern morning horizon. Rising, warning, welcoming. The sailors whispered of pending wavy doom. I'm sure I heard them. Oh, I'd give anything sweet, sweet Sister to be on a ship; floating down a calm river. Lounging on the upper deck watching an avocado French landscape slip by.  

So sorry for being late with this return post. I don't want to use the word 'busy'. It sounds so selfish, don't you agree?  But, I have been heart-occupied with my new blank canvases. I see the work but can't pull it up and out of my inner atelier.  The studio will certainly be brightened with those Chinese lanterns of yours!  I can't wait to receive them. Box them up carefully. 

Don't faint. I know you will want to when you hear this, but I've packaged (twine, brown paper and pretty washi tape - green polka-dot, your favorite colour) a dozen blueberry scones for you. They are on their way to your golden rod road. Oh yes. You may bow before me now. Yes, indeed. I made them special order for you. Just the way we used to bake them on coolish rainy autumn Sundays. They will melt in your mouth.

Kiss me now because I must run.

Love Currie

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Patti Friday, Photojourno, reporting from inside 'The Art Dept.' at the international 'Embassy of Ideas'.