More flower talk...

Still fascinated by the language of flowers, I ordered a pile of books on the subject from the public library, though they won't be in for days.

Signe (oxoniensis) wrote a sequel to acampbell's "Say it With Flowers" dodecal, called Clark's Reply. So I had to look those flowers up too:

yellow roses = "decrease of love"
acacia = "friendship"
red tulip = "declaration of love"
and again, mock orange = "deceit"

I found a better website to look up flower meanings at The Language of Flowers.

So romantic, that Clark! And he doesn't have to say a thing, but tells his story. I love a happy ending.

Excelsior....

I joined the fitness club today. Never thought I'd do such a thing, but there I was, joining.... It's always seemed like one of those things rich people do, or grownups, or people who don't make time to read. $38/month, and the freedom of the place. I'm hoping to use it frequently and effectively - squeezing in what time I can between yoga classes and walking.

Reading comic books and mystery novels on the elliptical trainer and the cycling machines.

Taking rowing lessons... maybe.

My orientation lesson is on Saturday.


The greatest pleasure of the day was lunch with Lisa. Lisa is one of my oldest and dearest friends - we met back in (some mental arithmetic here) 1962. She works a DND, a few blocks from where I work, and occasionally we meet for a walk at lunchtime. Today - it was hot, we had to squeeze it in, but we hadn't had a walk for weeks and it seemed like a good idea.

It was.

After returning some library books to the library, we bought some salad (mine was broccoli and chicken, quite in keeping with my diet) and sat under a shady tree in Mackenzie King Park and talked about books, meditation, yoga, life and everything that was going on in our lives. It was such a nice de-stresser in the middle of the day. I told her about the new baby bird and the kundalini.

She has the new Janet Evanovich novel on request at the library already.

From a friend in Edmonton....

Bisexual Canada....

Slumber

For the dodecal challenge #15 at svdodecals: (144 words) -

"Write something involving Clark and/or Lex and a flower or flowers - real or artificial, gifts or growing wild, in Nell Potter's shop or the Nicodemus plant, or anything else."

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Slumber

Clark felt the touch of something against his skin. He could smell flowers. There was a movement of the bed - Lex? Smiling, his eyes still shut, Clark reached for his lover.

Lex had moved.

Clark lay half-asleep still in a peaceful doze, wanting to caress Lex's skin, to continue his exploration of that smooth white body. Their lovemaking had been interrupted by sleep.

Something insubstantial fell into his upturned palm, meeting his fingers as lightly as a breath, as soft as the warm breath blowing onto his left nipple. Clark smiled, stretching. The breath disappeared.

He opened his eyes. "Lex?"

Lex knelt naked over him, his cupped hands raised, full of crimson petals. They fell slowly down over Clark's pale skin, drifting over the silver sheet, filling the air with their gentle perfume, carpeting the bed.

Clark slept in a sea of rose petals.