Everywhere I go, they have above the concrete, in baskets, blasted by the sun for 18 hours a day & they still look like they just stepped out of a refreshing shower. I see them in large copper or metal drums being cooked alive & they don’t wilt, whimper, whine. They look as though God created them from tissue paper, but have the strength & endurance of titanium. Until I get them to my house, droopy as I take them out of the trunk, coughing & fainting from the execration of being moved from the tables sitting above the concrete parking lot at Lowes to my house. I plant them in the very best dirt (gosh, I’m an ass) money can buy. I put them in 12 hours of sun & in a week all the leaves are gone. Their stems look like the elbows & knees of a 6 foot tall 13 year old with one pathetic, pink saran wrap hanging on to life by sheer stupidity.
So I just take pictures of Petunia wherever I go & if no one is looking, whisper in their ears, “stuck up snob!” See, what I figure, no one ever comes to my house by choice & the petunia is a popularity seeking little brat. I am beneath its notice & nobody loves me, so I’m gonna go eat dirt. Not really, maybe a yogurt or something…
I’m gonna go tell my wholly flowers that do like me, that I like them too.
The marks on her thigh & arm are the end result of a jellyfish sting in the Gulf of Mexico. This brave little girl. She was afraid at first & I asked her if she was going to let the jelly ruin her vacation. NO! & she didn’t, then I got stung, Holy Cow. Bring vinegar takes the sting out.
What fifteen is- two different people in one body. Each side fighting for control. Child or Adult? Days like these, those two people merge in to a balance & brings her peace
Stop & smelling roses as big as the sun
The weapon used for hundred of years, made of different materials. Our Alabama horseflies or houseflies wear war paint.
Don’t be afraid, they are not monsters. Well, the one on the left, when young put a nice dent in my bedroom door with his hockey stick, he is known as the Michal, brother to me. The floating head is my Dad. Lillian, Alabama
You know, you either have it or you don’t. I thought some men had to practice being cool by watching movies or something, I was wrong, some are just born that way. My son
Now this man is like clark kent, a bit of a sexy nerd, but when he wants to play. There is no nerd. Just a happy wife.
I’d like to think his brain is swelling with Einsteinish thoughts, but I also hope he is just chilling, because most days are spent working to become a man in a very big world.