"What are you doing?"
"Above the aroma of green that pervade's this waterway, I have captured the scent of the wild rose. It's fragrance reminds me of you as does the stubborn fortitude as it clings to the rugged stream side--it's roots just tickling the gentle lapping waves. The innocent beauty of silken petals protected by the sharpened thorns is but a token reminder of your strength and independance. One would risk the wound of abundant spikes but for one small breath of the beauty within. I would suffer the threat of mire to capture one fragile bloom to press against your palm, a testament of my love for you-the mother of my children, my best friend, indeed my wife. "
OR
"I cast my damn tackle into this christly prickle bush."
"It's a rugosa rose..."
"What?"
"A rugosa....oh never mind."
"I got it!"
"---yay."
Smiles from the farm,
Lisa
Very funny! I want to hear what you hear too. lol
ReplyDeleteHAHA! Rose colored glasses, my friend.
ReplyDeleteThat's good for a laugh and just so true....realty T.V on the computer screen Lisa, HA!
ReplyDeleteChar
A rose by any other name would smell like a fish.
ReplyDeleteLOL It's a wonder he didn't rip it out! The rose bush I mean.
ReplyDeleteWhat you wish he said vs. what he really said. LOVE IT!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed my visit today. Too funny!!
ReplyDeleteJust popping back over to let you know I left you an award on my blog. You never fail to make me smile and I appreciate that. Thank you!
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