April 14, 2009
daffodils
One of these years, I will remember to plant early-blooming daffodil bulbs. Our garden is only just beginning to show color here and there, so for the moment, we have flowers from the grocery store.
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While I often find the — for lack of a better description — white space movement to be overused, I truly love this picture of yours. A lot. And I think it has everything to do with your lack of shading or a surrounding environment. It feels good when presumptions are disproved.
Elizabeth, this reminds me wonderfully of a more aesthetically pleasing version of one of those find-the-hidden-objects puzzle-pictures in that excellent journal, Highlights for Children.
Oh. I do hope you realize that I mean to compliment you.
Sheila, how many hidden objects did you find?
Elizabeth, I love how you hid the pot off frame, but allowed us to see the “paper.” (There was a pot there wasn’t there?) There’s always more beyond the edge.
Just my imagination working overtime, Rick!
The lack of washes, which I have thought of as a characteristic of your work (in your earlier postings here), opens up a strikingly different aesthetic. Fine fine work.
Thank you all.
Sheila, I’m happy to have reminded you of Highlights. While drawing one of the blossoms, I was reminded of the ladies who danced with Peter Cook, when he was being Wordsworth, and thought of you.
Now I must go back and try to find Peter Cook in your drawing. Or Wordsworth.
Who hid the pot? Why would Elizabeth hide the pot? Are the daffodils high? This makes sense. You can’t let the daffodils get too high. Not before the third week of April. Then you can let them do whatever they like – because it’s all downhill from there – and in my experience when daffodils are eventually given free reign, they tend to only be interested in injecting crack. All the daffodils are at it these days. It is a terrible pity what is happening to young daffodils these days.
Lucy, for all we know it’s your very cats who are supplying crack to the daffodils. I mean, it’s pretty obvious that cat cartels are the root of the problem. We can hardly blame the daffodils.
God knows I don’t blame the daffodils, Cindy. We are all at the mercy of the cat cartels. I don’t even blame the cats. They are just naturally cracked out of their minds and trying to spread the good news around. It is hard on all of us here and we do our best.
I am starting up a paypal fund for the daffodil community here in County Clare, if anyone would like to contribute. We will provide counselling and a dedicated crack-free zone, for those daffodils who are entering sobriety and need to spend some time away from cats. Every little helps.
I understand, Lucy. Please forgive my strident tone. It’s just hard, living so close to the cat border and all. But you’re right–the cats are simply born to it. The problem is much larger than any of us.
Forgive me if my first concern is with U.S. daffodils.
The problem is much larger than any of us, Cindy. But if you will simply donate some funds to my paypal account, help is at hand. Like they say on airplanes, first put on your own oxygen mask, so that means that if you put money into my County Clare Daffodils First paypal account, we can help the daffodils most equipped to then help the US daffodils. I think you’re starting to understand, Cindy.
We are nearing the third week in April, and this is a very vulnerable time for recovering daffodils. I urge you all to donate.
Do you take credit cards?
Please understand, I am fully ashamed at my hesitation to give. You are right, Lucy–this is the first step toward making a better world. What was I thinking? But, what with the medical bills for little Timmy’s amputation, and my having lost my job yesterday, and, of course, what I give to the church, the only way I can contribute is on credit. I hope you understand.
Oh! I think I spotted Peter Cook! But he is not being Wordsworth. He is either in his Mad Hatter or his George Spiggott guise. It’s hard to say. That’s all down to Elizabeth’s artistry.
And I confess. I hid the pot. It’s right over there.
Yes I accept your humiliated apology, Cindy. I forgive you on behalf of the daffodil and cat community here in county Clare. It is very brave of you to admit your flaws, Cindy. Please feel free to cry. It helps to let it out. And yes of course my dear, we will accept all the credit you need to give the daffodil community. I will send you photos of recovering daffodils in exchange for your generosity. I will show the daffodils photos of their generous benefactor and take pictures of the daffodils looking at your picture, and send them to you, Cindy.
Thank you, Cindy. Thank you for your generosity.
Sheila I beg you. I beg you Sheila for the sake of the daffodils of Ireland, and their consequent ability to help the daffodils of the entire United States by the use of oxygen masks, I beg you Sheila to not tell the daffodils where the pot is.
We are all at your mercy now, Sheila. There is a cat on the roof.
If I call in the next 10 minutes, will there be a special bonus?
Yes you can develop a more meaningful relationship with the daffodils. And at the premium support rate you can adopt an actual daffodil and come to visit and check on its progress.
There are real human rewards to be reaped from adopting an Irish Daffodil, Cindy. People in the wider community may not understand but there is a close and dedicated community (largely cat driven but nonetheless supportive) here who will welcome your needs with open arms. And when you come to visit and choose your daffodil for adoption, we will take photographs of you and colour tint them sepia in order to make you look, well, more Christ like.
Please let me know if any of this is appealing to you and we can get started licketysplit.
Oh, I hope I’m not too late! MasterCard 5555 5555 5555 5555 exp 12/12, security code 666.
I just checked and have $12,973 in available credit–please take it all.
Oh, thank you, Lucy! Thank you and your cats and your daffodils! This is a glorious day!
So. Now you have all seen the transformation in Cindy Scroggins’ heart and mind because of her kind openhearted generosity to the cat and daffodil community of county Clare. I urge you all – I URGE YOU ALL – to follow Cindy’s example and publish details of your personal financial affairs on a widely read blog, including security code.
Oh and don’t forget the expiry date! D’oh!!!!
Thank you, Lucy. Thank you all. I can hardly see through my tears of joy.
Cindy, those “tears” of “joy” are not tears of joy. Those “tears” of “joy” are actually syphilis. I’m afraid you contracted the disease during your recent visit to your adopted crackdaffodil. Now, we are prepared not to press charges even though it is quite unclear exactly under what circumstances this event occurred, because of your recent generosity to our community of wild crackdaffodils, but make no mistake.
We would like to take this opportunity to tell all potential donors that we will NOT tolerate unusual activity with potential adopted crackdaffodils. Our crackdaffodils have been through enough at this delicates stage of their lives without having to be interfered with in unnatural ways.
Thank you, Elizabeth, for the opportunity to get the message out like this.
Thank YOU. I am always prepared to be of service for such worthy causes.
Lucy, I went out late last night to check on some neighboring daffodils, and they presented a sorry sight. What they had gotten up to over the weekend I don’t care to imagine, but it had taken a dreadful toll. I snapped a few photos, then deleted them. It seemed too cruel.
I am torn. Ought I tend to the needs of the daffodils next door, or am I a citizen of the world?
We understand your dilemma, Sheila. If you donate to our paypal fund, we will ensure that you don’t have to be “torn” any longer. Our outreach programme ensures that ALL DAFFODILS THE WORLD OVER will soon be saved, as a direct result of YOU putting YOUR cash into MY paypal account, so that our daffodils can break free of their cat-crack dependency, and thus go about applying oxygen masks to daffodils everywhere.
There are cats on the roof. There are cats on the roof.
Is there a fund for kind, generous souls who have given their last pennies to the daffodil cause, but who nonetheless have been victimized by the very daffodils they sought to protect and help? Because I know of someone who appears to be in need of some expensive antibiotics.
Lucy, can you negotiate with Bono to, like, maybe get a bunch of big stars together and record a daffodil anthem and donate the proceeds to your — I mean, the fund?
Look, Sheila, let’s just say that Bono is not at liberty to support CrackDaffsForJesus officially, but “behind” the “scenes”, Bono is Very Active in our community.
Cindy, we feel for you. We feel a LOT for you, but at this point, I am afraid that it would be a conflict of interests to help you in any way. I would encourage you to look on the bright side and realise how lucky you are that our crackdaffsforjesus are not planning, at this point, to press charges.
We welcome donations, as always, from GENUINEly concerned crackdaff enthusiasts.
Okay, then. I understand. It’s been a nice life.
I don’t think that’s Peter Cook at all. I think it’s someone else.
My, my. I never realized how lovely the view is from the roof.
Don’t do it, Cindy! Don’t do it! We aren’t prepared to waste any money on you but we do care about your welfare as a cherished donor to CDFJ. Apart from anything else, the cats are up there, Cindy.
She’s gone, Chief.
meow meow. purr.
I’m thinking that Cooper may know who it is. Seeing as how I don’t think it’s Peter Cook.