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If I could be a plant, I would be a cauliflower, or a cabbage, or a flower.
Maybe just a flower, as they are not usually consumed.
But which one?
The daffodil is so arrogant and sunny, leading the spring parade, heralding Easter.
Perhaps a daffodil.
The lilac is so dainty and fragrant, and one of the first delights but she is gone so fast.
Almost before she fully blooms.
The geranium lasts all summer, unless she gets too hot.
The last few years the heat has not been kind to her.
The violets pop up where ever they want to pop, so close to the ground, even the
Lawnmowers do not touch them.  They are lithe and light and encourage faerie visits.
I might want to be a violet.
But wait, what is that rabbit eating?
The marigolds are pretty and gay, variegated with color, perky and personable.
I could see being an orange and yellow marigold, with secret compartments.
Of course I would not come back next summer, being an annual.
Roses are revered by almost everyone, but the thorns are so exasperating!
I cannot see wanting to house thorns on my branches.
I am now considering the crepe myrtle.  Beautiful, healthy, tall, statuesque,
But not as statuesque as the gorgeous Rose of Sharon.
Both get to be in the sun, and I do love that so.
Every year, I could grow tall and thick, be amazing to look at,
A home to wasps and bumble bees and butterflies.
Um…all bunnies do not eat violets, right?

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