kjpepper | My love is like a speckly rose...

sundart and I were having one of those fun conversations that only seem to happen late at night just before bed. But we were talking about how there's all sorts of love in the world, and no two kinds are exactly alike. So we were talking about representing love with different colors of roses. Not that the colors we came up with had any significance in the traditions foofy language of flowers but I was vastly amused at our empassioned debate over whether the way she feels about one person was an orange-y peach with red edges or a cute flirty pink. We did agree that ours was one of those weird fuchsia reds.

so I was thinking about my friends and my relationships, and being vastly amused at the motley riot of color I've got. There's the magenta red one, there's one that's heart's blood red, there's a more traditional red, there's a pale peach, a few yellows, an orange and pink varigated one, a blue (just cause), a few blooms of white, and a black.

I love how my bouquet would so cause Martha Stewart the decorating headache of the century.