"Dearest: How I wish you were here with me now to se how lovely our little garden has become! The black nightshade is in full bloom, and the death camass we planted last fall is coming along beautifully. The hen bane seams to have shot up over night. You will be glad to know that the dwarf's hair was not affected by the dry spell, as we feared, after all. A Myriad delightful little slugs have appeared, as if from nowhere, on the rotten stump by the belladonna patch, and this morning I noticed snake eggs hatching near the pool. Do finish up that business, darling, and hurry home."