2003-04-14 - 9:19 p.m.
We were talking about our tastes in flowers. As usual I was practical and suggested she ask for a bonsai or miniature rose, but she wanted the tulips, the half-dozen roses, the hot-house daisies. But they die! Miniature roses are not like their giant relatives, the plant can stay lush all year. She suggested that perhaps she is weird. "No," said I, "I'm weird--I like small things." And imagined small tea cups, thin pens, other small stuff... She interrupted my thoughts: "I like small things too--if they sparkle," she says as the light dances upon her diamond.
