What type of flowers would be in a bouquet that best describes you? (inspired by Persipacity and the article Talking the language of Flowers)
As is often the case, I must continue with my traditional rule-breaking. The flower I chose is not seen in bouquets. It is much too delicate to be yanked from the soil to satisfy silly sentimentality. Its stems are best left in the soil, where they can flourish, and act as horticultural eye candy, if you will.
I like pansies. They're displayed on my blog. They're my favorite flower in the flower box. I like the variations in color; I like that they have no scent.
I don't need no stinkin' flowers.
The name pansy comes from the French pensee, for thought, as they resemble a face, deep in pensive thought.
I have thoughts. Really, I do. Sometimes they occur consecutively, and then I need a nap.
The Mister thinks that petunias are a suitable alternative.
He's wrong about that.
Pansies are also called 'the stepmother flower' - I'm a stepmother. The two smaller upper petals are poor stepdaughters. Although I'd like to channel my evil stepmother, I have been unsuccessful in my attempts.
I can't get no (dis)respect.
They've also been called 'heart's-ease', which indicates a cheerfulness of mind. Now I don't know if my mind would ever be described as cheerful, as I am prone to depression and sometimes drip with sarcasm - but I'd be willing to admit that I do try to find the humor in situations.
Pansies have been made into tea, and were used in love potions. Apparently, if you put the juice of a pansy on sleeping eyelids will make the person fall madly in love upon the next live creature that it sees.
Which explains what happened that day I napped in the concrete planter during the otter show at Sea World:
|Polka, me and Sydney: Love these guys!|
If you're inclined to send me flowers (and I can't see why you wouldn't want to), a potful of pansies would be positively perfect.