flowers for you and seven random things
These flowers are for you, whether you read my blog regularly or are here on a momentary visit. I welcome all three of you! (or maybe four if net traffic is heavy!) The flowers are especially for those who have no garden of their own.
Peonies are perfect garden plants. Their blooms are enormous and showy, implying arcane knowledge and diligent care on the part of their brilliant gardener. The truth is that they have few pests or diseases, are extraordinarily long-lived, and need no maintenance. What could be better?
My friend Lysne has tagged me with a meme, my first: seven random things about myself. Well,
1. My one true talent is spelling. I can spell virtually any word. This amazes my children, who are geniuses in many areas, but can’t spell their way out of a paper bag.
2. I notice little things, while the big ones breeze right on by. A tiny little bloom, a shaft of sunlight, a clever turn of phrase — these capture my full attention while the enormous weed, coming thunderstorm, or main thesis might escape me entirely.
3. My house exists in my imagination far more strongly than it does in reality. I see my living room with its blue walls, taupe-colored furniture, bamboo flooring, intriguing art and objets d’art, and enormous coffee table for books and tea and feet. Others see the builder’s white walls, mashed-down carpeting, ratty mismatched furniture, garage-sale bull’s horns as the only decoration, and tiny little apartment-sized coffee table that really can’t support more than one book and a small foot. Someday vision and reality will match.
4. I’m pretty good with gardens, but any vegetal matter in my house is a dead plant walking. Usually several months without water do them in. The few plants I’ve watered have usually drowned as thanks for my efforts.
5. In grade school, middle and high school, and even college I was one of the smartest students, earning awards and accolades and a disgustingly high grade point average. In graduate school, I was suddenly the dumb one. Even my closest friends called me the dumb one. I didn’t mind it from them, but my self-esteem took a real beating during those years.
6. I’m fascinated by vampire lore, and read any vampire novels I can get my paws on. (There’s a lot of dreck out there.) I want more than almost anything to write my own.
7. Number One on my lifelong want list has always been and continues to be a horse. I’m an awful rider — I really want a horse as a pet and a friend.
Hey Harriet, what are seven random things about you?