Do you know what this photo represents people?
The death of hope and goodness, that’s what.
Look at it lying there face down like a drunk whore, mocking me.
It’s life blew away like a weak fart in a gale force wind leaving me bereft and teary eyed.
For many years I have tried to bring one of these floral behemoths to fruition with failed results every single time. And before you start in with the “well I see a pattern here” or “isn’t this the same one who kills her sea monkeys and blames the murder on tank conditions out of her control” I’ll have you know that you would be partly right.
I have a knack for expecting great things from everyone and everything and then walking away with crushed hopes when it all falls woefully short of my sick little dreams, but I don’t think I was asking too much from this flower.
I gently cultivated and loved it from infancy smacking my kids out of the way when they threatened to stomp it with their careless clomping through my yard, watering it, and even going so far as to brain a squirrel who had the fucking audacity to try to dig up the seeds planted so carefully.
In this case I was so assured of the possibility for triumph that I dared not stop to consider that defeat was right around the corner.