Friday, April 25, 2008
Flowers, All Kinds
In this picture, I'm holding a beautiful picture of a rose that my friend Robin photographed. As she pointed out after taking pictures of lots of roses, each one is different. "You'd think they'd all look the same," she said. "But they grow in different ways and no two are the same size." I love flowers, all kinds, and think of them as my little friends. But almost all the women I know don't -- "I don't like things that die," my sister says, an echo of the sentiments of many. But I like them because they do. I've never seen the point of fake plants, collecting dust and looking like something they are not. I do enough of that myself. Sometimes nothing but the real thing will do, the rose in its particulars, the way it surprises you by being so lovely and real and fading away to be tossed with the week's garbage, all of it having served its purpose for a time before being left on the curb.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"Dreaming about being an actress, is more exciting then being one." Marilyn Monroe
Drinking movie suggestion: Me Without You
Benedictions and Maledictions