September 14, 2012 -- beat

Spent fourteen hours arranging flowers today, so I had no energy for windowsill arranging tonight. Still, how can I complain, as I'll be sleeping in the bed reflected in this window tonight? For this "arrangement" I used the rose I'd had tucked behind my ear all day and dropped it into a cute container in my bedroom (in home of the bride whose wedding flowers I've been working on. All I can think of tonight are the lyrics to a song a Flower Camper taught me: " Bed is too small for my tiredness./Give me a hill topped with trees./ Tuck a cloud up under my chin./ Lord, blow the moon out please."