Posts tagged ‘flowers’

People are obnoxiously dumb (n-th part)

Last week we had seen the garden expo. Part of it at least. 

Later my wife wanted to leave a review of the place on their Facebook page. Where she found a review from some woman that had visited the same day. 

Don’t try to find the post, it has since been deleted. (But we have screenshots)

A little context before I paraphrase. Here (as probably all over the northern hemisphere) cottonwood blossoms right about this time of year, releasing their seeds into the wind – hundreds of thousands of little woolly drifters floating with every gust of wind, covering grass, shrubs and playground. My primary school’s yard had these fuckers sitting right behind it, so I am accustomed to this stuff. 

This lady gave a 4 star review, subtracting one star because of these cottonwood floaters. Arguing in the discussion my wife started with her that it is an absolute horror for allergics visiting the garden expo. 

Let that reason sink in for a moment.

Cottonwood floaters are a nightmare for allergics visiting the GARDEN EXPO.

I am an allergic. When I said “Yes, let’s go to the garden expo” I anticipated that I will be suffering.
A lot of the shit on display is BLOOMING. If you are an allergic and you’re surprised that the garden expo, at the end of May, is giving you a hard time without your antihistamines – how are you still alive?

These are the same people who bitch about a sea cruise that when they looked out the window, they only saw the ocean, AND that they got seasick.

Just thought I’d share this little gem of idiocy with you.

Take care,
A.

Nature…

This all happened around my home…makes me less feel like a big-city dweller, and more like living on the country side.

The nicer side of spring (a.k.a. the season of death)

 

Have a nice weekend!

Valentines day!!!

To celebrate Valentines day in style, kill something.

Yes, you read that right. We give chocolates, leading to obesity and death. We bring dead flowers, no, rather dying flowers. Kept on life support in a vase, to prolong their suffering.
In short, this day is not about love – it’s about death, destructive behaviour and agony. If your special person is one that insists on celebrating this festival of suffering and torment, otherwise their weak heart would break: kill someone. Preferably an organ donor, and gift them the heart (in ice) to replace the easily broken one.

There, fixed it for you, and this wasn’t even a LATH post.
Take care (so the cops won’t find you),
A.

Flowers

Our little rooftop refuge. Yes the roses are missing as of yet, but their next bloom is due in a few days and I will upload it then. If I’m lucky and the Waterlilly is still/again blooming there will be pictures of it too. And of the huge limetree/basswood/linden across the street. (Just so you know where my “Lavender & Roses” post came from…)


Blossoms

Strawberries



Lavender

Watch it die…

…dying of thirst or hunger is one of the most horrible deaths imaginable.

The slow and agonizing deprivation of your organisms most basic needs are tearing on you and cause you to lose control over yous body, as one by one parts of it shut down, signalling your impending death.

Yet, every so often we put up a dying body in our homes, half a corpse already with no hope of ever returning to life. We watch it die, every day a little. Often we take steps to prolong the suffering of the organism in question. Admitted, no one know whether flowers and trees feel pain, they have no means of communicating this to us, but still we take a bunch of things into our homes and watch them die!

And we pay money for it!
For something that will be dead in a short time!

Imagine the same thing with small, cute animals, like hamsters for example. “Hey, I got this beautiful little critter at the trainstation, isn’t he cute? Now let’s put this cage on that table there.” BAM three days later, dead.

Rationally, you’d want your money back. If it was a vase, a decorative item (f.e. a picture and the colors fade away so that after a week it’s either black or white, but no actual picture anymore) or something else that isn’t for concsumption and thus spoiling if let rest for a while. You buy it, set it up at home and a few days later or a week later – expired. Gone. Dead.
“Give me back my money!”

Not with flowers.
Or christmas trees.
Now don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want a fake tree ever, only the real deal. But looking at it from a different point of view – you bring home a dying organism, prop it up in your living room, and further humiliate it by decorating it, while it slowly dies away under your very eyes.
Still, wouldn’t want anything BUT a real tree, with REAL candles – get that electric sh*t on some plastic garbage out of my face!

So, I leave you with a question, answerable below (or not at all), what is it with plastic sacks filled with people’s breath? Do we care for the person breathing into the plasticsack so much we want to conserve their breath? Or why do we love Baloons so much ;Þ (Yes, it’s a joke question, deal with it!)

A.