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What flower are you?

After 11 years of marriage I think my husband is having an attack of 'How well do I really know you?' He doesn't know my favourite colour, movie, song or books, but I figured it's because for 1 year of our 2-year courtship (during which one usually finds out about such things), we were on different continents.

So I thought maybe I'll take a stab at a flower I like. Then I came up with 3 and I guess not surprisingly, my choices reveal something about me. Unfortunately, I don't think this will help him much except to confuse him even more.

The sunflower. I like the sunflower because it stands head and shoulders above other flowers. The stalk is thick and strong and the flower is sturdy and bold. Attention-getting.


The rose. The rose seems to me to be easily recognizable, accessible. You know what you're getting with a rose. It is soft, warm to look at and approachable, and on top of everything, they smell great! Can't beat sweet-smelling. (These are my Mother's Day roses.)


The orchid. So here's the complex one. I'd like to think of myself as an orchid because I think orchids are a little bit unapproachable, require more than average care and handling. They are beautiful and untouchable and fragile.

If these descriptions appear to be mutually exclusive, contradictory and complicated, well, that is what it means to be a woman I guess. I suppose I'm not doing my husband any favours with this post. And by the way, if you are wondering why I don't have exotic tropical flowers pictured, well, I had trouble finding what I liked and getting them into my backyard to photograph.

What say you?

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