Showing posts with label Garden. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Garden. Show all posts
Sunday, May 12, 2019
Thursday, April 4, 2019
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Garden snakes can be dangerous
Here’s an oldie but very good one from our Meredith's Jack…. 
I didn't think twice about this tiny fellow on my baby boxwood until I got this letter:
GARDEN SNAKES CAN BE DANGEROUS . . .
Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be dangerous Yes, grass snakes, not rattlesnakes.
Here's why.
A couple in Sweetwater, Texas , had a lot of potted plants . During a recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a possible freeze.
It turned out that a little green garden grass snake was hidden in one of the plants . When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the sofa.
She let out a very loud scream.
The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room naked to see what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under the sofa.
He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind . He thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor.
His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told him to lie still, and called an ambulance.
The attendants, who rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him on the stretcher, and started carrying him out.
About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa and the Emergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher . That's when the man broke his leg and why he is still in the hospital.
The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on a neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake . He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch. Soon he decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief .
But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she felt the snake wriggling around . She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa.
The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR to revive her.
The neighbor's wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery store, saw her husband's mouth on the woman's mouth and slammed her husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.
The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that the snake had bitten him . She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man's throat.
By now, the police had arrived.
Breathe here . . .
They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a drunken fight had occurred .
They were about to arrest them all, when the women tried to explain how it all happened over a little garden snake!
The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his sobbing wife .
Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it . He missed the snake and hit the leg of the end table . The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered and, as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes .
The other police officer tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and smashed into the parked police car.
Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the fire department. The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they were halfway down the street . The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires, put out the power, and disconnected the telephones in a ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out) .
Time passed! Both the men were discharged from the hospital, the house was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car and all was right with their world .
A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold snap for that night.
The wife asked her husband if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night.
And, that's when he shot her.
I didn't think twice about this tiny fellow on my baby boxwood until I got this letter:
GARDEN SNAKES CAN BE DANGEROUS . . .
Snakes also known as Garter Snakes (Thamnophissirtalis) can be dangerous Yes, grass snakes, not rattlesnakes.
Here's why.
A couple in Sweetwater, Texas , had a lot of potted plants . During a recent cold spell, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a possible freeze.
It turned out that a little green garden grass snake was hidden in one of the plants . When it had warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the sofa.
She let out a very loud scream.
The husband (who was taking a shower) ran out into the living room naked to see what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under the sofa.
He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the behind . He thought the snake had bitten him, so he screamed and fell over on the floor.
His wife thought he had had a heart attack, so she covered him up, told him to lie still, and called an ambulance.
The attendants, who rushed in, would not listen to his protests, loaded him on the stretcher, and started carrying him out.
About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa and the Emergency Medical Technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher . That's when the man broke his leg and why he is still in the hospital.
The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on a neighbor who volunteered to capture the snake . He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking under the couch. Soon he decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief .
But while relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she felt the snake wriggling around . She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa.
The neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR to revive her.
The neighbor's wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery store, saw her husband's mouth on the woman's mouth and slammed her husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches.
The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor lying on the floor with his wife bending over him, so she assumed that the snake had bitten him . She went to the kitchen and got a small bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man's throat.
By now, the police had arrived.
Breathe here . . .
They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a drunken fight had occurred .
They were about to arrest them all, when the women tried to explain how it all happened over a little garden snake!
The police called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his sobbing wife .
Now, the little snake again crawled out from under the sofa and one of the policemen drew his gun and fired at it . He missed the snake and hit the leg of the end table . The table fell over, the lamp on it shattered and, as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes .
The other police officer tried to beat out the flames, and fell through the window into the yard on top of the family dog who, startled, jumped out and raced into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid it and smashed into the parked police car.
Meanwhile, neighbors saw the burning drapes and called in the fire department. The firemen had started raising the fire ladder when they were halfway down the street . The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires, put out the power, and disconnected the telephones in a ten-square city block area (but they did get the house fire out) .
Time passed! Both the men were discharged from the hospital, the house was repaired, the dog came home, the police acquired a new car and all was right with their world .
A while later they were watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold snap for that night.
The wife asked her husband if he thought they should bring in their plants for the night.
And, that's when he shot her.
Friday, June 23, 2017
Friday, May 5, 2017
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
Ted’s Barbecue
Ted and his wife were working in their garden one day when Ted looks over at his wife and says: "Your butt is getting really big, I mean really big! I bet your butt is bigger than the barbecue."
With that he proceeded to get a measuring tape and measure the grill and then went over to where his wife was working and measured his wife's bottom.
"Yes, I was right, your butt is two inches wider than the barbecue!!!!"
The wife chooses to ignore her husband.
Later that night in bed, Ted is feeling a little frisky. He makes some advances towards his wife who completely brushes him off.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
She answers: "Do you really think I'm going to fire up this big-ass grill for one little weenie?"
With that he proceeded to get a measuring tape and measure the grill and then went over to where his wife was working and measured his wife's bottom.
"Yes, I was right, your butt is two inches wider than the barbecue!!!!"
The wife chooses to ignore her husband.
Later that night in bed, Ted is feeling a little frisky. He makes some advances towards his wife who completely brushes him off.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
She answers: "Do you really think I'm going to fire up this big-ass grill for one little weenie?"
Monday, November 21, 2016
Thank You so Very Much!!!
Thank you to all who came to visit my little corner and leave messages during our LOL Days celebration. You are very much appreciated!
Thank you to all who made the time to publish a special LOL post. Found some new blogs and found some I had lost!
Thanks to the lovely Bonnie over at A Spanko Garden who originated this wonderful event and to the very special Hermione of Hermione's Heart who organized and managed it again this year.
One thing I noticed was that many of the comments here had something to say about the recipes I’ve shared. So I’m asking two things:
1. If you have tried any of the recipes I’ve shared, please leave a comment letting others know if you liked or disliked it and if you made any changes/substitutions.
2. Are there any recipes you would to have?
Speaking of recipes, the Great Annual Cookie Exchange is coming! If you want to participate, click the 'cookie exchange' picture on the top right to be taken to Jz’s blog for all the details
Of course, if you have participated before, you know that it doesn’t have to be a cookie recipe.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
What’s for Dinner
A woman was outside pulling weeds on a hot summer day when her husband walked up and asked her what they were having for dinner.
Irritated by the thought of him sitting in the air conditioned house while she labored away on the weeds, she snapped, "I can't believe you're asking me about supper right now!
Pretend I'm out of town, go inside and make dinner yourself!"
So he went back in the house and fixed himself a big steak, potatoes, garlic bread, and a tall beer.
His wife walked in just about the time he was finishing up and asked, "Where's my dinner?"
His answer…"Huh? I thought you were out of town."
Irritated by the thought of him sitting in the air conditioned house while she labored away on the weeds, she snapped, "I can't believe you're asking me about supper right now!
Pretend I'm out of town, go inside and make dinner yourself!"
So he went back in the house and fixed himself a big steak, potatoes, garlic bread, and a tall beer.
His wife walked in just about the time he was finishing up and asked, "Where's my dinner?"
His answer…"Huh? I thought you were out of town."
Thursday, September 24, 2015
A Man's Age According To Home Depot
Meredith’s Jack over at New Twist, After All These Years sent this one along…go ahead and share it with your guy but just make sure you let him know it is from Jack and not me! 
Hope you enjoy!
You are in the middle of some home projects: putting in a new fence, painting the porch, planting some flowers and fixing a broken door lock.
You are hot and sweaty, covered with dirt, lawn clippings and paint. You have your old work clothes on. You know the outfit -- shorts with a hole in the crotch, an old T-shirt with a stain from who-knows-what, and an old pair of tennis shoes.
Right in the middle of these tasks you realize that you need to run to Home Depot for supplies.
Depending on your age you might do the following:
In your 20s:
Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because, you never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout line. And yes, you went to school with the pretty girl running the register.
In your 30s:
Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change your shoes. You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it! Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the register is the kid sister of someone you went to school with.
In your 40s:
Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brut is almost empty, so don't waste any of it on a trip to Home Depot. Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The hot young thing running the register is your daughter's age and you feel weird about thinking she's spicy.
In your 50s:
Stop what you are doing. Put on a hat. Wipe the dirt off your hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dog crap in your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then you remember -- the hat you have on is from Bubba's Bait & Beer Bar and it says, 'I Got Worms '
In your 60s:
Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat any more. Hose the dog crap off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50s. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your pants. The girl running the register may be cute but you don't have your glasses on, so you're not sure.
In your 70s:
Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Home Depot until you call the drug store to have your prescriptions ready for pickup too and check your grocery list for a quick stop there. Got to save trips! Don't even notice the dog crap on your shoes. The young thing at the register stares at you and you realize your balls are hanging out the hole in your crotch… who cares.
In your 80s:
Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember you need to go to Home Depot. You go to Wal-Mart instead. You went to school with the old lady greeter. You wander around trying to remember what you are looking for. Then you fart out loud and turn around thinking someone called your name.
In your 90s & beyond:
What's a home deep hoe? Something for my garden? Where am I? Who am I? Why am I reading this? Did I send it? Did you? Who farted?
Hope you enjoy!You are in the middle of some home projects: putting in a new fence, painting the porch, planting some flowers and fixing a broken door lock.
You are hot and sweaty, covered with dirt, lawn clippings and paint. You have your old work clothes on. You know the outfit -- shorts with a hole in the crotch, an old T-shirt with a stain from who-knows-what, and an old pair of tennis shoes.
Right in the middle of these tasks you realize that you need to run to Home Depot for supplies.
Depending on your age you might do the following:
In your 20s:
Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because, you never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout line. And yes, you went to school with the pretty girl running the register.
In your 30s:
Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change your shoes. You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it! Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the register is the kid sister of someone you went to school with.
In your 40s:
Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brut is almost empty, so don't waste any of it on a trip to Home Depot. Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The hot young thing running the register is your daughter's age and you feel weird about thinking she's spicy.
In your 50s:
Stop what you are doing. Put on a hat. Wipe the dirt off your hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dog crap in your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then you remember -- the hat you have on is from Bubba's Bait & Beer Bar and it says, 'I Got Worms '
In your 60s:
Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat any more. Hose the dog crap off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50s. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your pants. The girl running the register may be cute but you don't have your glasses on, so you're not sure.
In your 70s:
Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Home Depot until you call the drug store to have your prescriptions ready for pickup too and check your grocery list for a quick stop there. Got to save trips! Don't even notice the dog crap on your shoes. The young thing at the register stares at you and you realize your balls are hanging out the hole in your crotch… who cares.
In your 80s:
Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember you need to go to Home Depot. You go to Wal-Mart instead. You went to school with the old lady greeter. You wander around trying to remember what you are looking for. Then you fart out loud and turn around thinking someone called your name.
In your 90s & beyond:
What's a home deep hoe? Something for my garden? Where am I? Who am I? Why am I reading this? Did I send it? Did you? Who farted?
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Friday, June 19, 2015
Favorite Flower?
Sorry I haven't been visiting much around blogland...still crazy around here. I'm juggling as fast as I can and hope to get caught up with all y'all as soon as I can. Thank you for all the emails, messages, prayers and good wishes...they are very much appreciated and do help. Meanwhile, thought I'd share the following with you. Hope you enjoy...
Which flower’s your favorite? According to the following, it actually reveals secret Information about yourself!
Flowers are lovely. One brimming bouquet of blooms can transform any drab space into an environment that feels breezy and light, adding a tiny pinch of delight to anyone who gets an eyeful of their glory.
To find out what your favorite flower says about you, just take our simple quiz. I did, and I was surprised by how spot on it was…
Choose the flower that you are most drawn to below. If your all-time favorite flower is not listed, choose the one you like best from these options. Once you have decided on your favorite, keep scrolling down until you find your results.
Flower Number One: Poppy
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If you are a fan of the bright, little poppy, like the flower, your personality pops. You’re vibrant, quirky, enthusiastic, and often the life of the party. You are also creative, love to learn new things, and have a talent for expressing your unique personality.
Due to the intoxicating allure of the edible poppy seed, many people find your personality magnetic and you’re hard to forget. In fact, poppies are used as a symbol of remembrance and are often displayed on memorials for fallen WWI soldiers.
Yet, try not to use people’s natural attraction to you against them, because like the deadly drug opium, which this flower does produce, it can kill their spirit.
Flower Number Two: Iris
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Iris takes its name from the Greek word for “rainbow,” which is symbolic for optimism, a quality that is as valuable to you as a pot of gold. People who are attracted to irises are artistic and have wild imaginations, just like artist Vincent Van Gogh, who painted the radiant purple flower in his own unique style in many of his mot famous pieces.
Due the fact that the 5th-century French King Clovis changed the symbol on his banner from three toads to irises when he converted to Christianity also signifies that you may also have a very strong spiritual side, regardless of religious affiliation.
You do tend to get bored easily, however, which may clash with your desire to keep promises. Try your best to find start a routine, even if it’s as small as eating breakfast every morning or going for a walk every evening. It may surprise you that regularity helps tame your energy and aids you in keeping your word.
Flower Number Three: Tulip
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Most people associate tulips with the Netherlands, but native strands have been found in North Africa, Greece, Turkey, Ukraine, and China, signifying that you have a great love for travel. Yet, although you seek change and adapt very well to it, you are rooted with a deep love for family and friends.
You are sweet, sensitive, thoughtful, and charitable, yet you do have a tendency to give into indulgence. In fact, during the Ottoman Empire, the tulip was seen as a symbol of over abundance. The era during which the Ottoman Empire was wealthiest is often called the Tulip era or Lale Devri in Turkish.
If you do find yourself going overboard, stop yourself and think about what you’re doing. You have a tendency to offer others sound advice, so take the time to do yourself the same favor.
Flower Number Four: Rose
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Most people associate the rose with love and if you are attracted to this gorgeous flower, you are indeed passionate and your romantic relationships tend to run deep.
The rose is the national flower of England, so like the Motherland, you tend to appreciate tradition and can be a little old-fashioned. But, like Dolly Parton — who actually has a strain of rose with large, fragrant, double flowers named after her — you’re feminine and strive to bring out the best in others.
You do, however, have your thorns. You strive for excellence and seek perfection in your life, which is a good quality, but sometimes you expect the same from the others around you. Try to appreciate others for their flaws and you’ll soon find a new, more accepting part of yourself begin to blossom.
Flower Number Five: Lily
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The ancient Greeks revered the lily so much that they believed it sprouted from the milk of Hera, the queen of the gods. Because of this, if you are attracted to lilies you are dignified, well respected, and people look to you as a mother figure. You’re compassionate, kind, and help care for others.
Yet, although you are motherly, you are certainly not matronly, and like the uniquely beautiful bloom, you have an exquisite sense of style.
Being the lily is the flower of a 30th wedding anniversary, you tend to take your relationships very seriously, although you do have a very fun and playful nature, which only helps the flickers of romance stay aflame.
Flower Number Six: Orchid
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If you are drawn to orchids, you are not alone. Like you, it is classy and sophisticated, and is the most highly coveted of ornamental plants. People who like orchids are exotic and worldly, due to the 26,049 accepted species that currently dot the globe.
The delicate and graceful orchid sprouts from a solitary bulb, which means that you tend to be a mysterious loner. Yet, due to the tightly intertwined roots that engulf the plant, you do have a small circle of very close friends.
In the Victorian era, the orchid symbolized luxury signifying that appearances matter a lot to you. But you’re not shallow. Just like Queen Victoria, who ruled at the time, you are whip smart and never shy from saying exactly what’s on your mind.
Flower Number Seven: Violet
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In Greek and Roman mythology, the god Apollo relentlessly chased one of his sister Artemis’ nymphs. To protect the nymph from her brother, she changed her into a violet and because of this the violet is attributed to modesty and purity. If you are attracted to a violet, you are reserved, and appreciate simplicity, but it doesn’t mean that you don’t also have a strong wit.
Many dream experts believe that violets in a dream is a sign of good fortune, which means you also tend to have quite a few lucky streaks in your life.
In the John Everett Millais painting Ophelia, based on the tragic Shakespearean character, violets are found floating next to Ophelia’s dead body. Yet, do not fear that just because you are attracted to the flower, you will meet an early death. Instead this means, that like the character Ophelia, you tend to be misunderstood. Nobody knows the real you except for your close friends but being the private and true person that you are, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Flower Number Eight: Daisy
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A daisy is an international sign of cheerfulness, and if you like this sweet, little flower, you’re probably all smiles. Being that the petite bloom was also a symbol of peace and love in the ’60s flower power era, you like to spread joy, tend to be laid back, are passionate about social rights, and have lots of friends. You also thoroughly enjoy a good party.
Yet, even if you do like a fun fiesta, you most likely won’t stay out too late. The medieval poet Geoffrey Chaucer called the daisy “eye of the day” due to the fact that the flower’s whole head closes at night and opens in the morning. Because of this, you tend to be a day person and have a great appreciation for outdoor activities and nature.
Daisy is also a symbol of innocence, and because of this, you also have an adventurous streak you use to shatter a childish image. This is a good thing and enriches your life, but try, little Daisy, not to go overboard.
Flower Number Nine: Daffodil
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In eastern cultures, the daffodil is considered a symbol of wealth and good fortune. But if you’re a fan of this sunny flower, you know that wealth and good fortune is a result of hard work and good karma. Because of this, you tend to be a caring and loving person. You are also ambitious, organized, and great a multitasking.
If you’re a fan of this bloom, you have an artistic side as well. A chain of daffodils that were blowing in the wind inspired the poem “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth who wrote the poem with his sister and wife, who were all equally inspired creatively by the beauty of the flowers.
The daffodil is also a sign of beautiful eyes in Persian literature, and you’ve gotten your fair share of compliments. But due to this, you do have a tendency to be a little vain. The scientific name for daffodil is Narcissus, which stems from the Greek myth of Narcissus, who was turned into the flower of that name due to falling in love with his own image.
What is your favorite flower? Were your results accurate? After everyone as answered, I will share mine with y'all.
UPDATE
I love many different types of flowers but if this group, I would have to say that Iris, Tulips and Roses are my favorites and yes...the combination of what they say about me is fairly accurate.
Which flower’s your favorite? According to the following, it actually reveals secret Information about yourself!
Flowers are lovely. One brimming bouquet of blooms can transform any drab space into an environment that feels breezy and light, adding a tiny pinch of delight to anyone who gets an eyeful of their glory.
To find out what your favorite flower says about you, just take our simple quiz. I did, and I was surprised by how spot on it was…
Choose the flower that you are most drawn to below. If your all-time favorite flower is not listed, choose the one you like best from these options. Once you have decided on your favorite, keep scrolling down until you find your results.
Maya Borenstein for LittleThings
Flower Number One: Poppy
ThinkStock / Pakhnyushchyy
If you are a fan of the bright, little poppy, like the flower, your personality pops. You’re vibrant, quirky, enthusiastic, and often the life of the party. You are also creative, love to learn new things, and have a talent for expressing your unique personality.
Due to the intoxicating allure of the edible poppy seed, many people find your personality magnetic and you’re hard to forget. In fact, poppies are used as a symbol of remembrance and are often displayed on memorials for fallen WWI soldiers.
Yet, try not to use people’s natural attraction to you against them, because like the deadly drug opium, which this flower does produce, it can kill their spirit.
Flower Number Two: Iris
ThinkStock / SteveDeming
Iris takes its name from the Greek word for “rainbow,” which is symbolic for optimism, a quality that is as valuable to you as a pot of gold. People who are attracted to irises are artistic and have wild imaginations, just like artist Vincent Van Gogh, who painted the radiant purple flower in his own unique style in many of his mot famous pieces.
Due the fact that the 5th-century French King Clovis changed the symbol on his banner from three toads to irises when he converted to Christianity also signifies that you may also have a very strong spiritual side, regardless of religious affiliation.
You do tend to get bored easily, however, which may clash with your desire to keep promises. Try your best to find start a routine, even if it’s as small as eating breakfast every morning or going for a walk every evening. It may surprise you that regularity helps tame your energy and aids you in keeping your word.
Flower Number Three: Tulip
ThinkStock / kone
Most people associate tulips with the Netherlands, but native strands have been found in North Africa, Greece, Turkey, Ukraine, and China, signifying that you have a great love for travel. Yet, although you seek change and adapt very well to it, you are rooted with a deep love for family and friends.
You are sweet, sensitive, thoughtful, and charitable, yet you do have a tendency to give into indulgence. In fact, during the Ottoman Empire, the tulip was seen as a symbol of over abundance. The era during which the Ottoman Empire was wealthiest is often called the Tulip era or Lale Devri in Turkish.
If you do find yourself going overboard, stop yourself and think about what you’re doing. You have a tendency to offer others sound advice, so take the time to do yourself the same favor.
Flower Number Four: Rose
ThinkStock / Falombini
Most people associate the rose with love and if you are attracted to this gorgeous flower, you are indeed passionate and your romantic relationships tend to run deep.
The rose is the national flower of England, so like the Motherland, you tend to appreciate tradition and can be a little old-fashioned. But, like Dolly Parton — who actually has a strain of rose with large, fragrant, double flowers named after her — you’re feminine and strive to bring out the best in others.
You do, however, have your thorns. You strive for excellence and seek perfection in your life, which is a good quality, but sometimes you expect the same from the others around you. Try to appreciate others for their flaws and you’ll soon find a new, more accepting part of yourself begin to blossom.
Flower Number Five: Lily
ThinkStock / Techin24
The ancient Greeks revered the lily so much that they believed it sprouted from the milk of Hera, the queen of the gods. Because of this, if you are attracted to lilies you are dignified, well respected, and people look to you as a mother figure. You’re compassionate, kind, and help care for others.
Yet, although you are motherly, you are certainly not matronly, and like the uniquely beautiful bloom, you have an exquisite sense of style.
Being the lily is the flower of a 30th wedding anniversary, you tend to take your relationships very seriously, although you do have a very fun and playful nature, which only helps the flickers of romance stay aflame.
Flower Number Six: Orchid
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If you are drawn to orchids, you are not alone. Like you, it is classy and sophisticated, and is the most highly coveted of ornamental plants. People who like orchids are exotic and worldly, due to the 26,049 accepted species that currently dot the globe.
The delicate and graceful orchid sprouts from a solitary bulb, which means that you tend to be a mysterious loner. Yet, due to the tightly intertwined roots that engulf the plant, you do have a small circle of very close friends.
In the Victorian era, the orchid symbolized luxury signifying that appearances matter a lot to you. But you’re not shallow. Just like Queen Victoria, who ruled at the time, you are whip smart and never shy from saying exactly what’s on your mind.
Flower Number Seven: Violet
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In Greek and Roman mythology, the god Apollo relentlessly chased one of his sister Artemis’ nymphs. To protect the nymph from her brother, she changed her into a violet and because of this the violet is attributed to modesty and purity. If you are attracted to a violet, you are reserved, and appreciate simplicity, but it doesn’t mean that you don’t also have a strong wit.
Many dream experts believe that violets in a dream is a sign of good fortune, which means you also tend to have quite a few lucky streaks in your life.
In the John Everett Millais painting Ophelia, based on the tragic Shakespearean character, violets are found floating next to Ophelia’s dead body. Yet, do not fear that just because you are attracted to the flower, you will meet an early death. Instead this means, that like the character Ophelia, you tend to be misunderstood. Nobody knows the real you except for your close friends but being the private and true person that you are, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Flower Number Eight: Daisy
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A daisy is an international sign of cheerfulness, and if you like this sweet, little flower, you’re probably all smiles. Being that the petite bloom was also a symbol of peace and love in the ’60s flower power era, you like to spread joy, tend to be laid back, are passionate about social rights, and have lots of friends. You also thoroughly enjoy a good party.
Yet, even if you do like a fun fiesta, you most likely won’t stay out too late. The medieval poet Geoffrey Chaucer called the daisy “eye of the day” due to the fact that the flower’s whole head closes at night and opens in the morning. Because of this, you tend to be a day person and have a great appreciation for outdoor activities and nature.
Daisy is also a symbol of innocence, and because of this, you also have an adventurous streak you use to shatter a childish image. This is a good thing and enriches your life, but try, little Daisy, not to go overboard.
Flower Number Nine: Daffodil
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In eastern cultures, the daffodil is considered a symbol of wealth and good fortune. But if you’re a fan of this sunny flower, you know that wealth and good fortune is a result of hard work and good karma. Because of this, you tend to be a caring and loving person. You are also ambitious, organized, and great a multitasking.
If you’re a fan of this bloom, you have an artistic side as well. A chain of daffodils that were blowing in the wind inspired the poem “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth who wrote the poem with his sister and wife, who were all equally inspired creatively by the beauty of the flowers.
The daffodil is also a sign of beautiful eyes in Persian literature, and you’ve gotten your fair share of compliments. But due to this, you do have a tendency to be a little vain. The scientific name for daffodil is Narcissus, which stems from the Greek myth of Narcissus, who was turned into the flower of that name due to falling in love with his own image.
What is your favorite flower? Were your results accurate? After everyone as answered, I will share mine with y'all.
UPDATE
I love many different types of flowers but if this group, I would have to say that Iris, Tulips and Roses are my favorites and yes...the combination of what they say about me is fairly accurate.
Friday, June 5, 2015
Dumb and Dumber
You will chuckle as you read this…because as stupid as it may sound, this is exactly what we do!
GOD to ST. FRANCIS:
Frank you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.
St. FRANCIS:
It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.
GOD:
Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?
ST. FRANCIS:
Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.
GOD:
The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.
ST. FRANCIS:
Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it-sometimes twice a week.
GOD:
They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?
ST. FRANCIS:
Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.
GOD:
They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
ST. FRANCIS:
No Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.
GOD:
Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?
ST. FRANCIS:
Yes Sir.
GOD:
These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.
ST. FRANCIS:
You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it, so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
GOD:
What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's a natural cycle of life.
ST. FRANCIS:
You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.
GOD:
No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?
ST. FRANCIS:
After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.
GOD:
And where do they get this mulch?
ST. FRANCIS:
They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.
GOD:
Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?
ST. CATHERINE:
'Dumb and Dumber', Lord. It's a story about...
GOD:
Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.
GOD to ST. FRANCIS:
Frank you know all about gardens and nature. What in the world is going on down there on the planet? What happened to the dandelions, violets, milkweeds and stuff I started eons ago? I had a perfect no-maintenance garden plan. Those plants grow in any type of soil, withstand drought and multiply with abandon. The nectar from the long-lasting blossoms attracts butterflies, honey bees and flocks of songbirds. I expected to see a vast garden of colors by now. But, all I see are these green rectangles.
St. FRANCIS:
It's the tribes that settled there, Lord. The Suburbanites. They started calling your flowers 'weeds' and went to great lengths to kill them and replace them with grass.
GOD:
Grass? But, it's so boring. It's not colorful. It doesn't attract butterflies, birds and bees; only grubs and sod worms. It's sensitive to temperatures. Do these Suburbanites really want all that grass growing there?
ST. FRANCIS:
Apparently so, Lord. They go to great pains to grow it and keep it green. They begin each spring by fertilizing grass and poisoning any other plant that crops up in the lawn.
GOD:
The spring rains and warm weather probably make grass grow really fast. That must make the Suburbanites happy.
ST. FRANCIS:
Apparently not, Lord. As soon as it grows a little, they cut it-sometimes twice a week.
GOD:
They cut it? Do they then bale it like hay?
ST. FRANCIS:
Not exactly, Lord. Most of them rake it up and put it in bags.
GOD:
They bag it? Why? Is it a cash crop? Do they sell it?
ST. FRANCIS:
No Sir, just the opposite. They pay to throw it away.
GOD:
Now, let me get this straight. They fertilize grass so it will grow. And, when it does grow, they cut it off and pay to throw it away?
ST. FRANCIS:
Yes Sir.
GOD:
These Suburbanites must be relieved in the summer when we cut back on the rain and turn up the heat. That surely slows the growth and saves them a lot of work.
ST. FRANCIS:
You aren't going to believe this, Lord. When the grass stops growing so fast, they drag out hoses and pay more money to water it, so they can continue to mow it and pay to get rid of it.
GOD:
What nonsense. At least they kept some of the trees. That was a sheer stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. The trees grow leaves in the spring to provide beauty and shade in the summer. In the autumn, they fall to the ground and form a natural blanket to keep moisture in the soil and protect the trees and bushes. It's a natural cycle of life.
ST. FRANCIS:
You better sit down, Lord. The Suburbanites have drawn a new circle. As soon as the leaves fall, they rake them into great piles and pay to have them hauled away.
GOD:
No!? What do they do to protect the shrub and tree roots in the winter to keep the soil moist and loose?
ST. FRANCIS:
After throwing away the leaves, they go out and buy something which they call mulch. They haul it home and spread it around in place of the leaves.
GOD:
And where do they get this mulch?
ST. FRANCIS:
They cut down trees and grind them up to make the mulch.
GOD:
Enough! I don't want to think about this anymore. St. Catherine, you're in charge of the arts. What movie have you scheduled for us tonight?
ST. CATHERINE:
'Dumb and Dumber', Lord. It's a story about...
GOD:
Never mind, I think I just heard the whole story from St. Francis.
Monday, April 20, 2015
Beautiful Flowers
These are all lovely flowers and some are very unusual with unusual names.
Hooker’s Lips (Psychotria Elata)
Dancing Girls (Impatiens Bequaertii)
Laughing Bumble Bee Orchid (Ophrys bbomyblifora)
Swaddled Babies (Anguloa Uniflora)
Parrot Flower (Impatiens Psittacina)
Snap Dragon Seed Pod (Antirrhinum)
Flying Duck Orchid (Caleana Major)
An orchid that looks remarkably like a tiger
Happy Alien (Calceolaria Uniflora)
And his friends...
Angel Orchid (Habenaria Grandifloriformis)
Dove Orchid Or Holy Ghost Orchid (Peristeria Elata)
White Egret Orchid (Habenaria Radiata)
The Darth Vader (Aristolochia Salvadorensis)
An Orchid That Looks Like A Ballerina
Monkey Face Orchid (Dracula Simia)
Moth Orchid (Phalaenopsis)
What a wonderful world!
"May God grant you always...
A sunbeam to warm you,
a moonbeam to charm you,
a sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you,
Laughter to cheer you.
Faithful friends near you.
And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you."
A sunbeam to warm you,
a moonbeam to charm you,
a sheltering Angel so nothing can harm you,
Laughter to cheer you.
Faithful friends near you.
And whenever you pray, Heaven to hear you."
– An Irish Blessing
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