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“Prolific, persistent, chock full of perseverance… a mighty dandelion blooms on the 9th of April,” said Urania. “You know what her father would say?”

“Get out the hummingbird feeders!” Thalia and Calliope cheered.

“Spring surely is bursting out all over…, ” Urania continued “… and I’m still not sure why cheerful dandelions are the brunt of so much scorn.”

“Ohhhh… you just reminded me of the stories we wrote about Lillian, Emma, and Max… Mr. Cox’s yard filled with flowering weeds… and Lillian trying to explain to her children why one man’s weed is another man’s beauty,” said Calliope. She gazed out the window at a lawn growing greener by the minute.

“Well, I don’t think dandelions give a hoot one way or another what people think about them — they just show up and do their thing,” Thalia added. “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent… Eleanor Roosevelt.”

“We’re going to start calling you the muse of many quotes!” Cal looked across the room at a tattered blue two-pocket folder. Collected inside was over ten years worth of treasured wisdoms — handed down from those who came before. For a second, she wondered if a fire proof box was in order… and then remembered that everything she needs is already inside of her… like… jettison worry.

“So… the conversation we joined yesterday was fascinating,” saidUrania. “CEOs with big titles and big responsibilities.”

“And I’d say we did an excellent job with Eleanor’s wisdom… remembering everyone puts their pants on one leg at time,” said Calliope. Looking down at her lap she added, “Unless you wear a robe.”

“Good one!” Thalia chortled. “Truth be told… I wouldn’t want their jobs for all of the cheesecake at Simma’s Bakery.”

“What’s that Navajo prayer in the bathroom of the Hayward cabin?” asked the muse of many questions.

“Never judge a man until you’ve walked a mile in his moccasins?" Thalia shrugged. “Something like that… ,”

“Remember early last week when we were snarled up in the construction traffic on Sunset Drive? There were two bigger than life blow-ups of a fat cat strangling a man in a construction hat? Real men in hard hats carried picket signs?” asked Calliope.

“All human conflicts can be reduced to the struggle over whose realities will prevail.” Thalia couldn’t resist sharing Lee Thayer’s wisdom.

“Did somebody say cheesecake?” Urania asked. “Now I want cheesecake…