Which plant represents YOU?

[U4ea]

Even plants have personality! SO, which one fits yours and why?

 

 

My favorite plant is a Calla Lily, preferably a white one.

 

 

This fits my personality, because it represents everything I want to be. The stems are thick and strong, pushing the flower up almost 18" in most plants that are properly taken care of. The flower is a gentle twist of a single petal; simple but elegant. It's used for extremely formal occasions: weddings and funerals mostly. I chalk this up to the quiet grace and the almost never ending look of the twisted petal. The flower offers soothing calm and comfort and begs you to reach out and touch the silky curve of its petal.

 

Yeah, waxing poetic, but that's why I love this flower. It's a very modern looking flower, too, which normally would be a put off for me (I'm more traditional and generally hate everything "modern" in design).

 

So, what flower suits you?

[Mystica]

I love those! And I have zero clue what plant might represent me, to be honest. I don't know that much about plants, though I do love them. Just got 4 new ones and I'm kind of anxious not to kill these now.

[U4ea]

I actually named a plant after you, Mystikins. :)

 

This one:

 

 

It's called a bleeding heart. I haven't seen it in a few years, but I'm going to get back into my garden this year and fix that...

[Ryrin]

I used to have some plants in my kitchen window. My husband called it "death row." RIP little plants.

[U4ea]

lol, if it's inside, I will kill it. Apparently, the only exception is my orchids, which I thought for sure I'd kill overnight, but are growing like weeds!

[Wren of the Brown]

Any diligent child of sufficiently devious temperament knows the real purpose the purple needlegrass. We called them "spear grass" and roved through the fields, plucking their stems from their sheaves and goring ourselves on their barbs.

 

 

 

 

[Aiel Heart]

My ex told me I was a white rose...

 

Hmmm.... I'd probably describe myself more as a willow tree. Peaceful, able to bend without breaking

[Wren of the Brown]

Willow trees also make great switches and floggers.

[Ryrin]

Ok, you asked:

 

[U4ea]

LOL, Ryrin! that's cheating! You're not dead!

[Ryrin]

LOL, Ryrin! that's cheating! You're not dead!

 

But I'm old.

[Mystica]

So ar Oaks, Ryrin, and they're the Gods of the forrest. Being old doesn't equal dead, especially in plants ;) They grow more majestic with age.

 

I love those Lor. Bleeding heart huh? That's actually quite fitting. Why did you pick that one for me?

[Ryrin]

So ar Oaks, Ryrin, and they're the Gods of the forrest. Being old doesn't equal dead, especially in plants ;) They grow more majestic with age.

 

I love those Lor. Bleeding heart huh? That's actually quite fitting. Why did you pick that one for me?

 

Thank you. Mystica. I am now majestic.

[U4ea]

She has a point about old plants, Ryrin. My lovely city has gone to great lengths to prove it, by protecting and showing off all of the really old oak trees around here. Check out the pics in the other thread for info. LOL

 

As for you, Myst, there are a whole lot of reasons. Stick with me and you'll understand.

 

My grandmother was a gardener. I never appreciated that when I was little. Every trip to Mawmaw's house ended with a tour of her garden beds and a discussion about each plant therein. I remember one time, she and Mom were talking about this little plant she'd just gotten from a friend. It was this little sprig of a thing that she'd put in the back of the bed in the shade. It looked like a weed to me and I thought for sure if she was hiding it in the back of the bed, it must be because she didn't want to hurt this person's feelings. I was young enough to voice the weed part, though I kept the rest quiet. She laughed and said, "just wait."

 

We were there about a month later and as we were leaving, we did our usual tour of the garden. Along the back of that box was a couple of lobg vines that she'd supported with a brace that framed the back of her box. The leaves on that give weren't large and impressive, but the flowers hanging underneath were. They were blood red and the brightest white I had ever seen. There was a beautiful string of them, too, not just one or two. That weed had grown into this beautiful plant that had grown to cover the entire back of the box. She hadn't hidden the plant, she'd set it up to be the focal point and draw your eye to the little presents underneath. The flowers are small, so you have to be close enough to see them clearly.

 

They are a very traditional plant, a classic in any southern garden. The flower looks simple, but the closer you get, the more complex it is. Most flowers are stuck with one color, or colors that are close to each other if there's more than one. Thus one, though, has two colors that are both unique and beautiful.

 

And you, my dear sister, are exactly the same. I thought you were a weed, too. I thank heaven that you stuck around long enough to bloom and prove me wrong. You, with all of your complexity and beauty, are one of my favorite pieces of my garden.