“He had taken to looking at things as if for the last time. This practice caused him to see them as if for the first time.”
— THE LIVING, Annie Dillard
I love post scripts.
Sometimes – frequently – the postscripts are the best part of any given letter.
My potted lavender died while I was away (and enjoying lavender elsewhere). I tried to rescue it… but didn’t manage.
Gracious to the end, the bits I pulled off the dry plant retain their lovely scent. It’s like nature’s post script, isn’t it?