Dear Rachel, Shady, Andrea, and All of Our Other Friends Who Guessed The Sender of the Tulips,
The tulips are gone.
They cannot stay.
They wish they could live one more day.
Here's their farewell photo by my lovely lamp,
right behind Labor Day by Joyce Maynard,
a favorite here in our camp.
I took a photo of the tulips with Joyce Maynard's book because recently, Joyce updated the information about the fund for Rosa's education (click HERE to read about Rosa of Guatemala). I recall that some of you joined me in donating to the fund. It now has $16,000 in it, which is enough to support Rosa for two years. At that point, she'll be an RN. Cool beans.
Now, let's get back to those tulips. Shady Del Knight told you who sent them last week on Friday, and he was sure of his response. He was correct when he said the tulips came from Rachel of When a Lion Sleeps, Let It Sleep.
Rachel has become yet another adopted child––my youngest, in fact. Move over, Hurricane.
She thinks she's a cat.
Please don't burst her bubble.
I wrote down the names of everyone who tried to guess the identity of the sender. Shady received extra entries for getting it right. Then I put the names in my pink cashmere hat:
Andrea of Maybe it's just me. Congratulations, Andrea. Please let me know where to send your gift, which is this wood box:
That is not a picture of Willy Dunne Wooters and me, but you can pretend it is if you like. You can even feel free to put a different photo in the opening. The box has a clasp, and when you open it you will find
a variety of Ghirardelli hot cocoa mixes and some raspberry-flavored candies.
Thanks to all of you for reading and commenting!
Infinities of love,