Flowers heal me. Tulips make me happy. I keep myself surrounded by them as soon as they start coming to the island from Canada, and after that when they come from the fields in La Connor, not far from where I live.

Flowers make me irrationally happy.

And they all lived happily ever after, until they died.

I think of myself as Rebecca Wells from Lodi Plantation, in Central Louisiana, a girl who was lucky enough to be born into a family that encouraged creativity and didn't call me lazy or nuts when I dressed up in my mother's peignoirs and played the piano, having painted a small sign decorated in glitter that read 'The Piano Fairy Girl.'

We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows, so does the shore of our ignorance.

We're here to give you your flowers while you live.