Dear Blog,
I’m sorry I haven’t watered you.
I’m sorry I let the children trim your branches with the scissors, and sweep them into a pile, and carry them to the kitchen trash can, and repeat ad nauseum.
I’m sorry I tossed you outside when company was coming, even though it was still below freezing outside.
I still think you’re beautiful.
Is our relationship beyond repair?
Lainey
Hee hee. That was funny. It’ll bloom for sure, and in no time - all it needs is your gentle, effortless touch.
You are so creative! I love it!
Oh my goodness…thank you for the sweet comment on my blog. I would love to have one of your husband’s creations! That is just so kind of you!
I’ll email you about it! And thank you.
Love,
Mer
I still see the bloom.
Oh, I forgive you. I know I can be a pain sometimes, so demanding of your time & energy. And all my friends tapping you on the shoulder, wondering when you’ll come back to me. That can’t feel good.
I’m glad you still think I’m beautiful. *sniff* I think you are, too.
Love,
Blog
(Welcome back!)
LOL!
Eh… blogs are like cacti… they tend to survive periods of neglect rather well. Don’t worry… we’re still checkin’ in on ya 
I have a few plants like that, hanging out on my three-season porch. Of course, it is currently that fourth season right now.
..and my blog has weathered a few patches of neglect as well.
but it has come back stronger than ever, and grown in directions that it never would have without the gift of time.