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Sunday, May 20, 2018

Flowers and why I'll never be a royal

Queen Elizabeth’s favorite flower is the primrose.
Princess Margaret was fond of orchids (and vodka and cigarettes).
Princess Diana’s favorites? Forget-Me-Nots.
Princess Catherine, Will’s wife, favors lily of the valley.
Meghan’s fave – peonies.

All of these are lovely. Really.
Me? I’m partial to dandelions, Queen Anne’s Lace, lilacs, purple pom poms, pussywillows, sunflowers, goldenrod, free-range daisies, black eyed Susans and wildflowers whose names I’ll never remember.

Yup, my floral tastes are firmly in the peasant class.

The earth laughs in flowers.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

A weed is but an unloved flower.
~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.
~ Colette

I must have flowers, always, and always.
~ Claude Monet

One by one she slew her fears, and then planted a flower garden over their graves.
~ John Mark Green

Leon reads aloud from an article in the Reader's Digest about voting to select a national flower. Leon votes for dandelions. Joseph and Clyde vote for grass.
~ Milton Rokeach, The Three Christs of Ypsilanti: A Psychological Study 

Researches of behavioural science have shown that the presentation of flowers to someone almost always guarantees a Duchenne smile - a facial expression of genuine pleasure.
~ Constance Kirker, Edible Flowers: A Global History 
What a lonely place it would be to have a world without a wildflower!
~ Roland R Kemler

Water Lilies' is an extension of my life. Without the water, the lilies cannot live, as I am without art.
~ Claude Monet
I have lost my smile,
but don't worry.
The dandelion has it.
~ Thich Nhat Hanh


  1. Once upon a time ... A curious, bizarre, diabetic ex-anatomy prof who now runs a curio shop on the coast highway near Reedsport, to vend his own bizarre brand of hand-carved myrtle-wood anatomy, substitutes for forbidden liquor kicks the little gray-blue tomb-blue berries gathered from the deadly-nightshade vines that grow near his his shop... "Just a sort of belladonna cocktail," is how he allays the shocked concern of his beer-drinking friends. "One man's poison is another man's high." Keasey

    Could be true ...

  2. 😁
    Ken was a wise man.

    Also, that’s a lovely plant AND I surely enjoyed the band’s (Deadly Nightshade) music though I can’t bring any tunes to mind this morning 😞