The people look like flowers at last

I love gardens and plants and herbs and flowers. At one point in my life I wanted to become a botanist but I soon realized that I am very terrible at growing things. I prefer to admire from afar. I went to Chapters to-day and spent alot of money on books. By (total) coincidence I purchased flower-themed books.

me + bukowski = happiness (favourite poem: Cats)

































Lately I've been very interested in the way people of The Victorian era used to communicate words using flowers. Is there anything more romantic? I think not. I am very excited to read this book.

I lied. I never really bought this book because it was too expensive but I really wanted to and I browsed through it for a long while.



































At the moment I have a campanula potted plant beside me. Campanula means 'wonder'. I've had the flowers less than a week and (though I have tried very hard) they are already dying. If only I could speak to them... learn their ways... know what would satisfy them, or what kind of lighting they enjoy best... I will never know, sadly.

Many people don't like flowers. They say they remind them of funerals. I like flowers even though they remind me of funerals. They remind me that death is beautiful. So long as they aren't white roses.

I adore flower names. My children will be named after flowers (I like Violet, Briar-Rose, Marigold and Poppy) and I am going to start pressing flowers into my artbooks. I'm going to my perfume with hints of peony this weekend because they smell so lovely. I wish I were delicate and poise and beautiful like flowers.

 I was in a very book-ish mood to-day and wanted to by soo many poetry books. I am really into Ted Hughes (favourite poem: Lovesong) and William Butler Yeats (favourite poem: The Rose of the World) at the moment. I managed to resist the urge of purchasing a book of pictures of Audrey Hepburn and a book of Egon Schiele's artwork (it was too expensive and my mother would not approve of the painting of the nude woman on the cover) and a book of Linda McCartney's photography. Instead I bought Lolita, and a book of French doodles for my sister's birthday.

Allow me to leave you with my favourite 'flower' quote:

"The earth laughs in flowers." - e.e. cummings