April's Musings

Tuesday, July 04, 2006
"Lots of Flowers!"

When I did my musing last week I sent it to my Mom and sisters and they mused me right back! So I decided to open up the "If I was a flower" idea to others.

Here is a collection of musings from other flower girls. Some included photos and even a little painting.

Who would you be if you were a flower? Write and let me know!

Enter flowers…

Now, if I were a flower, I would be a water lily. Just flowing on top of the water without a care in the world and just looking up to the blue sky and enjoying the sun. In the evening, my blossom would close to rest and bloom
again the next morning.
R.C.

I'd definitely be a tulip. A cross between wild and tailored. Sublime in youth but oh so beautiful when past their prime.
R.H.

No question for me on the flower, it would be a peony...the velvety texture...the smell...the colors....well, need I say more?
C.P.

If I could be a flower, I would be sad, my feet stuck in clay, my head tossing in the wind, always stretching out to the sun, but rooted to the earth. Loved but for a moment and then faded away, or crushed by a careless foot, bound to the earth for all eternity. Now if I could be an animal, life would be a pleasure, to roam, to seek, to enjoy the sun or not, to roll in the green cool grass, to sip the water of the creeks, to hear the roar of thunder and the chirping of birds. To awake to the smell of the earth, and the adventure of a new day. To watch the changing of the seasons, and the growing of my kin.
B.B.

If I could be a flower...
I'd be a bearded iris with a scent so elusive and ethereal, a barely there, indecipherable bouquet that is impossible to inhale deeply enough. You try, you suck the intoxicating scent in with a long deep breathe, but right near the top it fades away, leaving you wanting more, incomplete, insatiable. There is no chemical equivalent, no bottled product that can sustain you through the year. You must remember to go out and seek the iris in its season, at its time, it waits for no-one. It teases you with its elusive fragrance, some days the perfume is there, full of its power, other times, with clouds or in cooler moments, it disappears entirely, frustrating you with its promise lost. Will the season last long enough? Can you trust your decaying memory to send you out again to inhale the mysterious and possessive scent before the season has once again moved on? But the next day and the next moment arrive, leaving the past alone, suspended on it’s pedestal. Now, new and alluring miracles of creation await for the senses that are open, alive, receptive.
M.M.

If I was a flower...
I would be a poppy. Orange and red with a soft green stem, vibrant, full of color and dancing in the wind.
D.K.

Lily...
Calla is regal.
Casablanca Lily is for celebration.
Day Lily is for enthusiasm.
I think those fit!
K.B.

The flower that comes to my mind's eye is a certain wild little orchid that grows in Hawaii. To me it represents love and remembrance. Here's my little story. Three years ago my daughter treated me to a trip to Hawaii. It was our second trip there together. Our first trip was when Laura was only 2 years old. Over the years I would tell her about the fragrant wild orchids that we found there. We both wanted to revisit these beautiful islands to see them again. We found our favorite orchid growing on a mountaintop near the lava flows on the big island. It was a sturdy brilliant little bloom about 1 inch wide. To this day I can still see that flower and it will always remind me of the love I share with my daughter. I would like to be like that fragrant and colorful bloom, sturdy and brave, with my roots planted firmly and bringing joy to all who visit me.
C.

I would like to be an African Violet. A bouquet of all the different colours they come in, just like the ones in my bathroom window. They make me happy to see them every morning.

Love from me and my violets,
F.J.

If I was a flower I would be a...Guess who I am 2 lip?
J.J.