Thursday, June 9, 2011

Fresh Hate

Does anyone remember this post?


I went to the market and she is back. I was late. It was very hot out from 10AM to 130PM. That's when the market ends. This was the last bouquet. It looked like it'd seen better days. $3, she says. No, says I (on account of the wilt). Okay, $2 she says. Just look at the beauty I got to come home with! But I'm pissed because her flowers are better than mine. Now let's give it a think...



Take a close look at that bouquet: You've got the signature "fancy" flowers- peony (2) and Japanese iris (3). I have those. Then there's that spray of tiny white flowers. They are not baby's breath, that's for sure. I sure have those- all over my lilies. Then you've got the ones that look like miniature white mums. That's feverfew. It's invasive. Yep, I have those too. And then there are a couple of bright orange- yellow coreopsis flowers. This tells me that she is probably in the center of the city, thereby gaining at least one growing zone on me. That bitch. I love her. But she's obviously better at making money than I am.

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