Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms! ~Emily Dickinson

May your Valentine’s Day be filled with nectar, kisses and humming chambers.
I generally hate Valentine’s Day, though. I keep having flashbacks to grade school, where the number of Valentine cards you got was such a big deal. It didn’t get much better as an adult. Once my husband gave me a metal table for the basement so I could fold laundry. He has been since warned that practical presents are prohibited. What’s the best/worst gift you’ve ever gotten?