August 30, 2024

My dearest,

Oh how you love your cosmos.

Daisy like, they bloom finally after weeks of waiting. Pink, white and violet. Petals that curl, bowl shaped, or flatten out like a map. Their golden hearts offer pollen for bees and butterflies.

Oh, my dearest, how you love your cosmos.

First one plant, now many. Soon our fence will be guarded by a battalion of these cosmos – a field of flowers, a galaxy of petals. A cosmos of cosmos.

A universe of beauty in our little garden. Where I can find you taking photographs of your little beauties. Where I can photograph you photographing your precious cosmos.

They are as precious to you as you are to me.

Oh how you love your cosmos. Oh how I love you.

Yours, ever and always.