Carker Prison garden

pretty flowers

i love flowers, i am not very good at growing them, on Zylmor flowers were a luxury, single stemmed Gorzanik, a pretty silver delicate flower took three years to blossom and only stayed alive for five days, the stamen was used in a broth that would take an average earth person a lifetime to afford. It wasn't pleasant smelled like sewers and tasted like metallic mothballs.
in reference to: Willow City, Texas, Balcones Escarpment, 1998, Photo of the Day, Picture, Photography, Wallpapers - National Geographic (view on Google Sidewiki)

Flower of the Future

I have never been a lover of cut flowers, the kind purchased in the florist and unfortunately everyone around me knows this. I don't understand how people can say " I would've brought you flowers but I know you don't like them" and then not bring something else instead. It was my wedding anniversary yesterday and because of the weird living arrangements I went on a date with my husband. We went to the Liberty Grill on Washington Street, I has Salad Nicoise and Sean had a lamb burger, we both had fries which were the most disappointing aspect (why do chippers manage to peel real potatoes but restaurants can't) and it was a lovely evening but no flowers. After twenty two years not a petal between us.
In my world of tomorrow I will accept flowers graciously and I will be given flowers (hopefully from the garden) and also hopefully not sent but brought. I might have to wait another twenty two years before Sean gets the message though.

Flowers at Barryscourt

Life as a cactus

I am not sure whether I would like life if I was a cactus. Even though you'd be prickly people would prod at you, kick and hate you. On top of that you'd be obsessed with food and storing it in case of drought or famine. It would be very disconcerting not to be able to break bread with friends. One long day would run into another, always in the baking sun. No chat about the weather, what would be the point, it is the same - hot!

The sun shone hot beams across Tralee Bay, warm fuzzies were flowing through me when I spotted these delightful dandelions. Much maligned in modern west Earth, to me they are like little suns reflecting and wallowing in the power of the sun.
Back on Zylmor child slaves created flowers from fragile polymers in a variety of shades of red, with green stems, to look at earth flowers in all colours of the rainbow I always smile. Once a long time ago in Earth years I thought I met another survivor from the Wars of Concavity.
I was sitting in my attic room of my Earth parent listening to the space between each radio station when I heard a song, "Flowers are red young man, green leaves are green" This was back before internet and by the time I found someonewho had heard of the song and found out the artist, he was dead. Harry Chapin died in a mysterious car crash days before I had his publishers telephone number. On his headstone I later discovered,

"Oh if a man tried

To take his time on Earth

And prove before he died

What one man's life could be worth

I wonder what would happen

to this world"

I became obsessed with his lyrics, feeling somewhere in every song was a little of Dromdrevc.