And so it begins.....

Wow - my first post under my belt. I have been contemplating starting a blog for awhile now and decided today was the day. What will I write about? Whatever randomness pops into my mind - fashin, food, laughter, emberassments. I've never been good at keeping a journal so let's see where this takes me!

The poem is one that has been stuck in my head since Grade 5 - probably 25 years ago. Not the entire poem - just three words from it "this supercilious seed". So I did what any modern girl would do - I googled those words and found my long lost poem. Does this poem reflect who I am? In some ways it does - I sometimes criticize things that make me insecure - that is human nature, oui? Am I weed? A weed, just like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. I'll let you decide.

“A Little Seed”

A little seed lay on the ground

And soon began to sprout,

Now which of all the flowers around

It mused, shall I turn out.

The lily’s face is fair and proud

But just a trifle cold,

The rose I think is rather loud

But then her fashions old.

The violet is all too well

But not the one I’d choose,

Nor yet the Canterbury bell

I never cared for blues.

And so it criticized each flower

This supercilious seed,

‘Till it woke one summer hour

And found itself a weed.

Author Unknown.