A night as this

The forget-me-not is a symbol of faithfulness and enduring love....

Besides that, it is the prettiest of blues and so happens to be my favorite flower.  I find them absolutely and positively charming.

To all my dear friends I have just left behind, I dedicate this bed of blossoms to you!

Alas, I am home again.  Glad to be, of course, but still sorry to leave so many behind.  I had a wonderful year, though with a few downs, some stressful (maybe tearful) nights, and, especially this semester, very little time to spare.  Still, I am one year older, I have two years of school under my belt, a truckload of experience to tow behind, and there is a glimmer of light on the edge of my horizon--could it be wisdom?

I am back for the summer.  I have been deprived of my needles and loom long enough.  My room is rearranged, my things (mostly) put away, a fresh breeze is drifting through my window, and a tired cat is stretching at my feet.  If there was ever a time to sing of hope, I believe it would be on a night like this.