Lilacs are my Mum's flower. Roses for my Grandma. They say it runs in our family. Us women. We can talk to flowers. No, that's not right. Flowers talk to us. Not all flowers though.
This is her favourite time of the day. When the sun has slipped gracefully to the other side of the world, the sky is blinking sleepily, and the clouds arch, stretch and get ready to tease their friends, the stars,by obscuring their view of the earth below.
"Working with wine," said The Bore, "has the perk of allowing one to really appreciate cheeses." He took a nibble of aged Brie and looked down his nose at everyone. "And crackers," drawled The Self-Conscious Rebel (no bow tie at a formal event).
