Normally, when panhandling for website donations, I post an attractive picture (a window decked with geraniums, a field of poppies, a stone cabanon). Looking at today's photo, I notice the pan is smudged with fingerprints and should have been polished before the snapshot was taken, haphazardly.
Before the last-minute photo was shot, I could be found at my desk, cancelling all of the automatically scheduled donations to my blog....
Well now how dumb is that? The thought did cross my mind, but I brushed it aside.
And when the 45 readers who'd signed up in 2009 for a scheduled yearly donation to my word journal--when they began emailing, moments after the cancellation--I wondered once again. Well, how dumb was I?
Now I'm busy emailing everyone back, with this explanation:
Hello Cate (and Roger and Sandy and Lee and Denise....)
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I hope I have made the right decision. I must have--for it comes as a relief to have released certain readers from what could have felt like an obligation.
As for the photo: those sweet petits pois are a gift from my neighbor, Annie. Despite horrible back pain, she planted a beautiful potager this year. And the muguet de mai, or lily of the valley, is from Aunt Geneviève, who offered an additional potted version: "You can plant it in your garden," she said. "It will spread into a carpet of little white bells!" Now there's a lovely thought or two--a little more poetic than my rattling tip jar.
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