Of Rebellious Rapture June 6, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Bits and Pieces, Journal , trackbackI was marching off the day’s stress in the woods this evening when I chanced upon a huge, perky clump of foxgloves. Woo hoo, look at us, they shouted. So I did. No matter how many National Trust gardens and manicured lawns you see, there’s something intrinsically beautiful about wild flowers. Fragile but tenacious; unplanned but defiantly persistent.
I’m bored. Bored with being a suburban square of the expected. Perhaps I should be a little wilder? Become rampant. Unruly. I’m getting nowhere fast by being good and working hard.
Hell – there are no rules here: we’re trying to accomplish something.
Thomas Edison (1847 - 1931)
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Do something wild……..live, laugh, and enjoy. For each person that is different. You know your limits………
I adore foxgloves. My garden in Cornwall has dozens and I love that each year they are someplace different yet always there
Come on let out your inner wildwoman you know you want to. Be naughty, scare the neighbours, embarras the kids
ps I won’t accept any blame for the consequences
My favourite type of garden is one that is full of wild flowers and looks untamed.
You need to make a deposit in your inner artist. Do a ‘first’. Do something totally new to awaken your brain.
JJ
Liz: I feel like throwing off the limits - I feel like being free! Luckily I bought some herbal tranqs at lunchtime so I’ll probably be back to normal soon…
Karen - you are SUCH a bad influence! Hurrah!!
JJ - My inner artist… hmmm… I think the inner artist has moved out and been replaced by an inner grump? You’re right though… I need an adventure… something new… hmmmmmmmm…
Sounds like you need to allow attractive weeds into the suburban garden of your life. Big “I’m a tart” weeds that don’t care about neatness and don’t really deserve all the praise attention that they get, but get it anyhow. Tough weeds that wont be killed by neat pesticides
“Jen - Was good and worked hard” certainly doesn’t sound like an epitaph to lust after.
“Jen - Was incorrigible but adored for her rakish bad behaviour” sounds a lot more party-time!
ps I won’t accept any blame for the consequences either
Bobo: I’m a tart. I’m a TART! Yay!!
I love the second epitaph - doesn’t that sound so ace? You are clearly very bad influence… do continue, Monsieur Bobo.
PS - have decide to call you Monsieur Bobo from now on. I have a fancy that continental whimsies are the way to go?!
You should know that I am half Dutch and half Polish, if born in England, curtsey of Mr Hitler moving people round (I always like to highlight his much neglected dating-agency role) … which hopefully sounds as continentally whimsical as is decent to manage in one person. It allows me to access the bad behaviour of three countries. Yay!
Aha! So I was right… it’s amazing what I can deduce using my special Spidersenses… I adore continental whimsies and have a fancy that I shall abscond with a saucy Frenchman one day. Sadly, I don’t know any saucy Frenchmen and, to make matters worse, I think lovely bf might object to such malarkey.
Dutch & Polish sounds a winning combo, if I may be so bold to say…
If you get the combo right you can access a magical world of drugs, vodka and pervy sex … though if you get it wrong it’s more cabbage, advocaat and garish clogs.