When I was small and my mother took me for walks she would often pick a flower to put in my hair. I always loved flowers in my hair. When I was older I would pick the flowers myself, sometimes slipping one or two above my ear interwoven in the dark stands of my beautiful long hair, sometimes wearing a wreath of daisies tightly plaited together. I regret that I'm too old for flowers in my hair now. They were a symbol of youthful freedom. A symbol of the time when my soul was wild and there was real joy in living. I was a true flower child - my spirit danced and I was free.
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- Saturday, 07. Oct, 2006 @ 22:50:27
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FlowersInMyHair
- Sunday, 08. Oct, 2006 @ 16:47:00
You are right about never being too old for flowers. What I am is too sad for them. This won't be a record of sad memories though - a lot of them will be happy ones, of the times when I did have flowers in my hair, even if often they were just metaphorically there.
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isadora101
- Sunday, 08. Oct, 2006 @ 16:29:44
Flowers in your hair...what a lovely memory, a bit like the daisy chain garlands we used to wear.
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FlowersInMyHair
- Sunday, 08. Oct, 2006 @ 16:50:12
I wonder if children still make them? They seem to have so many other interests these days, that the simple pleasure of making a daisy chain doesn't seem to grab their imaginations.
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isadora101
- Sunday, 08. Oct, 2006 @ 18:16:42
Not sure, maybe not. I guess the grandparents could promote this activity before it is forgotten
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FlowersInMyHair
- Monday, 09. Oct, 2006 @ 01:18:53
You're right. I'll make sure my grandchild knows how to make them.
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win3xp
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- Tuesday, 10. Oct, 2006 @ 06:24:16
I suppose it might be useful to note, at this juncture, that a good many of us here have joyful things to share. But we also have joy's conterbalncing dark moments, too. If I had a moment to give you advice, I suppose I'd tell you to write here whatever is happening now. Record the then for the record, and that you might so share it, also. And so remember the good *and* the bad, for there can not be one without the other. Tell us what moves you: Today, yesterday, and tomorrow.
Is it not interesting that a coma placed in a sentence with *and* in it has a name? While this humble comma is grammatically superfluous in that context, it still has a name. It is called the "Oxford comma." And well I know it, because that's were I learned it also. Great days, those were. And I hope for a few more.
I wish you all good and magical things for your journey with the blog community. I see you already have some very fine friends to start with. Excellent. They can make all the difference - these first blog friends. And don't I just know it, too.
win
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FlowersInMyHair
- Tuesday, 10. Oct, 2006 @ 14:12:58
Thank you for the advice, and for the information about the Oxford Comma, which I admit I've never heard of before. I have as you see, used a comma before 'and' in the sentence above, not an Oxford Comma, that one, but just an ordinary comma. Unlike Lynne Truss, I am very fond of the comma.
Thank you for your good wishes for my journey. I shall carry them with me. As for my friends here, I agree with you, they are very fine indeed. -
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You are never to old for flowers. In your head you will always be the young girl you think about. Ageism should not exist, I don't let myself get old gracefully, only disgracefully.