Looking at this picture of My prized begonia, reminds of you Mate.
The white of the pot stands for purity. The purity with which You hold us all together. Our roots entwined, even though some of us are away and not writing.
The deep green of the leaves remind me of the depth of You. The solitary Biki, The one he seldom, if ever, shows. Thoughts and feelings he keeps to himself.
The deep red of the flowers Symbolize Your love You have for helping us grow by nurturing our talents. Making us better people and writers.
The fire orange in the other flowers is Your spitfire personality. Your zest for life in all its splendor.

Happy Birthday Biki. Mate. Ya Old Bastard.

Love Ya, Harry (Stoneman)