March 30, 2011 § 9 Comments
Up so early this a.m. to get work done at work that I am NOT, at this hour, as fresh as a flower at the moment.
Watched actress Ellen Page talk heatedly about the “honeybee” situation on Jon Stewart the other night.
Finished reading The Book of Salt and found it fragrant with poetry in the prose.
Felt like a wallflower at Morgan Le Fay’s bistro the other night where HM’s band was playing ’til my friends showed up. Not easy being a “groupie,” that is, the bassist’s wife.
Wore some perfume today, just a whiff of it (Carolina Herrera), that has undertones of orchid.
Trying to plant seeds of an idea (on paper) for a story that needs writing.
I whisked through my closet to clean out the sweaters and scarves but left a floral favorite ($3 from H&M!) on the shelf in case of a chilly Spring evening.
So you’ve figured out by now that I have to keep this short and wanted to drop some flowers and “flowery language” on you before returning to my (work) desk.
(these pics were snapped at the Missouri Botanical Garden during the Orchid Show; went two weeks ago.)