Finally. . . Friday Flowers

New spring daffodils--Audrey's birth flower, barely pushing out of the thawing ground in Pocatello, Idaho on March 7, 1979, was born a Wednesday's child. Two weeks overdue she seemed reluctant to come out into the big world. I can't really say where the time in between went--except what a mother remembers--dolls, ballet, art, cello, Strawberry Shortcake, body surfing, boys, broken bones, and bike accidents. . . all adding up to a delightfully droll, generous, sensitive, tough young woman who can laugh at bloody movies and dissect Foucault or Burroughs just as easily. She and her Maine Coon cat, Squirrel, live in Chicago.