Eating Daisies

I fell asleep beneath the flowers

For a couple of hours

On a beautiful day

Daydream

I dream of you amid the flowers

For a couple of hours

Such a beautiful day

(Lupe Fiasco - Daydreamin')

My poet/stylist/confidante came up with a term "eating daisies." I took this phrase and I thought about. I thought about it a lot - as I seem to do.

Only a happy person would ever eat daisies. That is logical, right? A sad person would not go around eating daisies. No, definitely not! Sad people do not go around eating flowers.

So when I am happy I am "eating daisies" and when I am really happy I am "eating daisies dipped in gin."

I am eating daisies when..

- The theme music for The West Wing comes on.
- I buy new shoes.
- I visit Patchewollock.
- There are fresh flowers in the house (obviously not daisies, they are not safe).
- I have someone to talk nonsense with.
- My sister pats my head just right.
- I can leave work at 5pm on a Friday.

I am eating daisies dipped in gin when..

- I am lying on my bed reading a good book with my legs dangling out my window, kicking about in the dirt and among the geraniums.
- I am hanging out on the deck with my parents, Manna and Matt getting drunk with Sparticus at my feet.
- I slip into newly washed white sheets and into the welcoming snuggle of Joshua (my teddy bears) arms.
- Dad and I go for walkies with the dogs and Mum meets us at the park.
- I can kick my shoes off at a gig and dance.
- I am falling in love.