Inside, however, save from the racoons and the realities of a competitive flower-bed, the room is full of flowers. Daisies, lilies, sunflowers, gardenias, a rose, and several other flowers whose names escape me at the moment bloom in motley-hued glory. They crowd into multiple vases and tower over the tabletop. They smell of green and a ghostly whiff of florality. They are full of color and full of life, at least for the moment. They are the ongoing celebration of the fact that I was born (as Jay would say), and all thoughtfully given by pittenweem, double0hilly, Lee and C.