My Dears,

As with previous summers, I grew Fuchsia.

And they remind me of us womenfolk.

Beautiful. Bright. Frail. Stubborn.

With a temperament meant to be understood and appreciated. They fail to thrive if neglected. And have a deep need to be fussed over, doted on.

If you had to choose a flower that describes you, which would it be?

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