January 16th 2009.

Why does a violet persist in popping out flowers when the nights are still below freezing? This one has its ears gnawed by the cold. There must be an advantage in this evolved cranny. The violet has found its place.

My friend says she has no place in life. She searches for like souls to establish a loving community.

I can't say to her 'where you hang your hat.....'. She would say 'but I have no hat.'