Somewhat?
Anyway, they had all kinds of tests to take, and I figured I could waste a lot of time there, but time is something I didn't have this morning, because I volunteer in JH's class on Wednesday mornings.
I would have to wait until I got home to figure out what animal I'll be reincarnated as, or what planet I'd be in the solar system. (I didn't actually see that test, but you know it has to be there.)
As I was leaving the class, the teacher handed me a bunch of the most gorgeous irises I've ever seen in my life.
Are they not the most exquisite things you've ever seen?
As I walked the half mile home, I felt like a beauty queen, just carrying them. And I got to thinking about what kind of flower I'd be. I definitely wouldn't be these. I'd aspire to be these, but I'm just not tall enough, or mysterious enough, or passionate enough to be these irises. At least not on the outside.
I'd have to settle for being this rose.
It's kind of different, and quirky and peppy and beautiful in it's own funky way. I'd be happy being this rose. I really would.
But, still. On the inside of my stripedy rose body beats the heart of a dark purple iris.
4 comments:
I'm a peony.
definitely a peony.
Oooooooh! You ARE a peonie! So regal, so many layers. But if you didn't want to be a peony, you would definitely be a dark purple iris!
Aaah! the elusive stripedy rose with dark purple iris heart.
A rare specimen. Good to know where I can find one.
It turns out I'm nuts about dahlias. As in this one. (It should probably say "loud-mouth from a distance and more and more interesting as you get closer", but what can you do?). Oh the things you learn when planning a wedding.
It looks like dahlias have many personalities...
Wow! Lola - thank you! I LOVE Dahlias and have some just like the ones you linked in my yard. When we moved in last spring, I had no idea how gorgeous my garden was going to get, but come summer, those dahlias blew my mind. I'll post some pics soon....
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