Dear Tom Selleck . . .
I may have mentioned that I have great hair. Sometimes I tie ribbons in it, just because I like ribbons. To me, they feel like a socially acceptable cape.
They also remind me of songs: "Take the ribbon from my hair. Shake it loose and let it fall...", "Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree. It's been three long years. Do you still want me?..."
I have a yellow polka-dot ribbon tied in my weeping cherry tree in honor of my dad's tree that was lost to the ash borer over the summer. I have a yellow ribbon tied in my pear tree for the sailor. The last time I visited the labyrinth, I tied a ribbon in a nearby tree.
I even like the word ribbon. Ribbons. Ribbon. Say it. Again. And again. Faster. Now you sound like a frog.
Edie B. Kuhl