Writing in the style of Three Beautiful Things today.
A friend brought a cheerful bunch of mums for my party, just as I was panicking about it. It brightened the day considerably and as flowers go, this is one of my favorites, for you always find them in a tightly hugged out group, never a stuck out bubble head on a long thorny stick as some others.
Just finished reading a book on autism, as a friend's child is suffering a mild form of it. It is beautifully written and astonishingly resonates with my own childhood feelings of inadequacy, finding a fit into groups, and feeling accepted. It taught me about recognizing in the uniqueness of each individual, while adhering to a universal rule of tolerance, understanding and acceptance.