The Warrior Queen & The Jellied Eel I got my rock moves...
The sunflowers: Battered, in the corner of the bargain bucket, there sat a little group of sunflowers. Partnered with pretty purple allium there had been so much potential, some glamour to their basic nature, but now rejection and maltreatment had made their heads droop and the shiny cellophane binding them seemed tawdry.
Plucked at the last, bearing the humiliating tag of ‘final reduction’ they were momentarily cradled then borne aloft in a triumphant march through the streets until, at last, they were tenderly laid down and gently disrobed.
Thoughtfully, compassionately, fatal damages were removed and then, (oh, what joy is this?) their stems were carefully lowered into cooling water contained within the curves of a tear-drop of glass. As they gratefully accepted the nourishment and drew it deeper they lifted their heads and smiled, shining their beauty to an adoring audience.
I took them outside to take the picture and I have to say, I’m really pleased with how it turned out. Aren’t they pretty?).
Being engulfed by the scent of lavender, intermingled with the spicy, clove-like perfume of pinks (some kind of Dianthus) while taking photos in the garden.
Well that just has to be my Black Forest cupcakes (gastroporn warning on link ;p)
Damp grass underfoot, warmed by the post-rain sun.
Only the third day of using the senses format and interesting to note I struggle each time to come up with something for this one.
Roberta Flack – The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
Inner sunniness rating: 6/10
Long term happiness input: 5/10
Short term indulgence level: 4/10