http://www.thisgardenisillegal.com/flower-quiz Okay this is sort of lame, but whatever... I am a snapdragon. How about you? Are there any pansies out there?
Dollyanne is a: Daffodil!! You have a sunny disposition and are normally one of the first to show up for the party. You don't need too much attention from the host once you get there as you are more than capable of making yourself seen and heard. Huggs,:manga_bunny: dollyanne
You Are a Canna "You stand up for what you believe in, even if it gets in the way of what other people think. You are proud of yourself and your accomplishments and you enjoy letting people know that." Sound's about right!
You Are a Snapdragon "Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh."
You Are a Sunflower "When your friends think smile, they think of you. There is not a day that goes by that you can't find something good about the world and your fellow human." Does that really sound like me?
Im a brown eyed susie (watch that mop )please i bend in the wind but always stand tall and after the clouds clear skys. :chores016:
How fitting for you Susie. That sounds like a good match. I'll bet that right about now the blogger who set this site gardening site up is wondering what the hell? Why am I getting all these entry hits from this Chastity site? Then again, maybe he/She is into it! arty-101:
Omg as all grass grows on the hiill . Know the flowers are never still blowing in the wind flowing in the breeze. Your hair thrown blew the trees . Mother nature brings us to our knees.(i know stupid stuff ):anim_49::anim_49:
Wordsworth... A favorite poem of mine... I had a gay high school teacher that assigned it to me to research. Later on, he 'hit on' me and tried to "convert" me. That was a strange time in my life. Little did I know how hot I looked as a femme. *sigh* Thank god I had an awesome girlfriend at the time that kept me straight. "Daffodils" (1804) I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
Oh, lauren, this is sooo beautiful and sensory! It makes dollyanne proud to be a daffodil. Thank you! Huggs,:manga_bunny: dollyanne
I had no idea this would come out of this post... I had no idea this would come out of this post, but poetry hits us all in powerful ways... Mistress Watchful: You're telling me. He was an awesome teacher, well respected in the community and I really felt special by all the educational effort he gave me during summers and after school. However, as time wore on and I turned 18 he revealed what he had in mind for me and that hurt a lot. It definitely was a big deal in my life - something I still think about often. (It's part of why I have "trust issues" as you might be able to understand). I know I was not the only boy he had "interest" in over the years, but I suspect that he fell for me more than for the others - perhaps because I never really gave in to his will... Not many years after that time he died - one of the fairly early AIDS deaths of the 1980's... He called me to his deathbed and I refused to go see him - That still gets me all misty and confused and reflective. I have no idea what I might have said to him or what he needed to say to me in his final hours. Looking back I wish I had gone to see him one last time. I would have done "almost" anything for that man - he truly loved me and I didn't understand much of what that was all about and now it's too late. Now, I'm all sad and pensive...
Heya, There is only one rose and that is a daffodil :mad0025: :jumping0045: @ Lauren, i'm sorry to hear that, i can understand your confused and sad thoughts about this.
Ohh susie, thank you, but maybe it's only maybelline as they say. Another thing: like daffodils there never can be roses enough so i cheer for every rose in the making :smilies_xxx04: