I’ve been gone for so long
And how I missed you
My heart was aching for home
And then one night as I lay down
Somewhere far from you
I dreamt that I heard you call my name
But my mind was playing games

I knew right then that I’d return
To where I was before
And I was so tired of being away
That I just couldn’t stay anymore
What did I ever come here for?
-Brandi Carlile

Thursdays are for flowers. ChatGPT agrees and I had it write me a poem about it:

Sure! Here’s a poem about how Thursdays are the best days for flowers:

On Thursdays, flowers bloom with grace
Their petals soft, their colors bright
They sway in gentle winds that chase
The darkness of the night

With fragrant scents that fill the air
They lift our spirits high
And bring to us a sense of care
That money can’t buy

For Thursdays are the best of days
To bring these flowers near
To place them in a vase with praise
And let their beauty steer

Our thoughts to lighter, brighter things
And fill our hearts with cheer
For Thursdays are the days of kings
And flowers reign so dear
-ChatGPT

What should I have ChatGPT do next?

This collection of flower pictures was taken on September 17, 2022 in my yard.

The other day I ran into my flower guy, Mike Salama of Salama Greenhouse, and it was a definite reminder that flowertography season is almost upon us again. It is still probably over a month before I plant anything, but it could be sooner. Probably the perfect project to tackle when I get back from Chicago in late April.