Of course I’m sane;
When the Flowers start talking,
I don’t talk back.
This entry was posted on November 17, 2014 by Sister Madly. It was filed under Inspiration and was tagged with art, beauty, dark, humor, Life, madness, nature, photography, random, sister madly, weird, writing.
Very clever. Made me smile, and think.
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November 17, 2014 at 7:26 PM
(The flowers wish to thank you as well…)
November 17, 2014 at 7:41 PM
November 17, 2014 at 7:44 PM
The flowers concur. 😀
November 17, 2014 at 7:53 PM
No doubt because you are one of the few who realize they can tell what you are thinking. Smiles…>KB
November 17, 2014 at 7:52 PM
They ARE mind readers, aren’t they?
Better stop thinking while strolling through the rose garden.
November 17, 2014 at 8:00 PM
Goes to show, a rose is not always a rose–sometimes it is a labyrinth of possibilities unmentioned before…Smiles…>KB
November 17, 2014 at 8:53 PM
😀 love this
November 17, 2014 at 8:17 PM
Thank you! There’s nothing like showing the flowers who’s in charge. 🙂
November 17, 2014 at 8:58 PM
This is amazing. Love the way you think. 🙂
November 17, 2014 at 9:00 PM
Thank you! Honestly, it’s nothing more than pure, common sense.
November 17, 2014 at 9:08 PM
Pure, common sense.
November 17, 2014 at 9:22 PM
Absolutely! I knew you would understand.
November 17, 2014 at 9:29 PM
I do enjoy seeing others embrace their insanity! An insanity that is delightfully infectious!
I share with you one off the list of crazy songs that are to what I call a mind about me. Yes I share my craziness and giggle semi maniacally!
November 18, 2014 at 3:59 AM
But I’m NOT insane, as I did not talk back to the flowers. I just set them on fire.
November 18, 2014 at 12:57 PM
uh huh … I’m thinkin’ there was talking just not out loud
I know you’re not impolite so you had to have spoken to the flowers before you went pyromania on their stamens.
Like everything else, admitting it is the first step.
November 18, 2014 at 3:13 PM
Of course there was talking, Amanda- just not to the flowers.
November 18, 2014 at 3:36 PM
Now you’ve done it. You woke her up.
November 18, 2014 at 3:44 PM
Yes I’m awake now thank you
November 21, 2014 at 8:24 AM
Dzień dobry, Amanda!
November 21, 2014 at 5:03 PM
Beautiful, but I do enjoy eavesdropping on their conversations. 😉
November 18, 2014 at 7:59 AM
As do I. There was talk of taking over the planet, but I just pruned those daisies back and saved the world.
November 18, 2014 at 12:55 PM
Oh yes one must watch those daisies, a rambunctious bunch they are!
November 18, 2014 at 2:17 PM
No doubt it is resentment over us playing the ‘He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not’ game with their petals.
November 18, 2014 at 2:36 PM
Are there any witnesses to this alleged not-talking-back?
November 18, 2014 at 8:24 AM
Yes- the flowers will confirm this.
November 18, 2014 at 12:53 PM
November 18, 2014 at 2:46 PM
Thank you! Oddly enough, the Motivational Page-A-Day Calendar people haven’t answered any of my queries…
November 18, 2014 at 3:33 PM
You could try Successories … nah me thinks to pretentious for Sister Madly
November 21, 2014 at 5:01 PM
I can be pretentious if paid enough.
November 21, 2014 at 5:07 PM
Perfect flower synchronised speech! You are amazing – take a bow my dear!! Clap Clap!! Much enjoyed this as always 🙂
November 18, 2014 at 5:24 PM
Thank you! However, I was simply stating a fact… 😉
November 18, 2014 at 5:55 PM
November 18, 2014 at 7:23 PM
Clever work thank you for finding my blog
November 19, 2014 at 5:52 PM
Thank you! And thanks for stopping by!
November 19, 2014 at 9:07 PM
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