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This little guy started out to be painted as just a bud. I spied him yesterday, offspring of Mr. Lincoln, and loved the delicate, closed shape. I snipped him and placed him in cold water in the fridge (I have to say, I had a pang of guilt doing this, thinking nobody likes to be left in the cold and in the dark!) but I knew if he stayed on my kitchen counter he would be opened before I could get back from a day’s visit with my Mom.
Sure enough, it worked. I checked in on him as soon as I got home and he was still tightly wrapped so I toted him into my studio. Now at this point, you have probably begin to wonder where is this “Buddy” I am talking about. Well, wouldn’t you know it. He’s just like us. The minute you pull him out, start paying attention to him and showering him with light and love–he starts opening up! Before I could get my fresh paint squeezed out, he was letting me into his heart. How cool is that! Didn’t need to paint a tight little bud anyway.
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