Current Mood:  melancholy

Yesterday someone asked my favorite flower. I tried to give a simple, one-word answer for once.

Daisies.

For once, one word wasn’t enough for the asker

“Pink ones? orange ones? Brown-eyed-susies?”

Um.

White ones.

With yellow centers.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love roses, the velvety feel of them, not to mention the seductive scent, but they’re sort of cliche.

There’s something simply sexual about orchids, but they’re hard to grow, and they’ve been overglorified as ‘exotic’.

Lilacs are amazing – outdoors. They overpower a room when I have them inside, and leave me with a migraine.

I love columbines. They’re beautiful, and hardy (at least in my garden) but since Columbine they have a meaning all their own.

So. Daisies.

They’re cute. Not beautiful, or stunning – these flowers are just plain cute. They aren’t cultivated and hybridized, they aren’t lusted after. Their scent is almost non-existent.

They’re a weed. Which means they’re hardy. They’ll grow just about anywhere, and no matter what you do to them…they come back. In droves.

They’re “cheerful” flowers – often paired with a smiling child or some other happiness. They’re very open, petals wide to the sunlight all day long, closing in over themselves at night, hiding from the darkness.

There’s something inherently ‘country’ about them, and I always think of myself the same way. I was born and raised to be a country-girl, and daisies remind me of walking barefoot along the gravel road. climbing trees.

There’s never a single daisy. We’re a dime-a-dozen.

However…you bring home just one daisy and plant it…and it’ll take over. The crazy, messy, optimistic cheeriness of the things will take over.

So. I’m a daisy.

image 1 courtesy of http://sxc.hu
image 2 courtesy of http://wikipedia.com

Current Mood:  bouncy

Oh gods. A Love Neverending released from Loose-Id today. I spent most of the day haunting Twitter and Romance Divas, posting about the book and hoping people would buy it. Desperate to think people might like it.

I’m finally crashing from the endorphin rush, so there’s not much to say, I suppose, except check it out!

http://loose-id.com

Tomorrow I’ll be guest blogging over at The Smutketeers, and further guest blogs and interviews are scheduled. Check the new “press” page (will be updated tonight) for more details.

Current Mood:  sleepy

really? It’s Monday?

It was a day off for the kids, though my second oldest got screwed –he had to go get a booster shot today. Despite being terrified beforehand, and crying at the thought of a needle, he was brilliantly stoic while we were there. He closed his eyes, took a big breath…and the nurse was done. I’m not sure who was the most surprised.

I spoke to the doctor, and he gave me trouble for taking so long to have my thyroid levels checked. He was right. Bloodwork’s been drawn, and I should hear back by week’s end. Hopefully he’ll find whatever’s been making me feel vaguely icky lately.

In other news…real life is good. I’ve been having a lovely series of conversations with someone truly brilliant. On the one hand, this makes me feel vicariously brilliant. On the other…this makes me wonder if I’m truly brilliant at all. Oh, the fun of human interactions.

And, last…OMG MY BOOK COMES OUT TOMORROW!!

Abject terror. Total excitement. I haz it all.

Shopping this weekend, and I’m feeling a little homesick this morning.

The hotel is WAY drier than my house (anything would be but water) and my nose was a little bleeding this morning.

The rooms are warmer than I like them, which is saying…not much, I guess, as I apparently keep my house ‘cool’.

It is WEIRD to be around women instead of boys. Not bad, just weird.

I like hotel rooms. Even if this one is warm and dry. I like the big fluffy pillows and the super-tall beds (I must put legs on my bedframe and make it taller! it feels like such a decadence to have to hoist myself onto the bed. No, I don’t know why.)

More from the road later, perhaps.