He waxed lyrical across the table
a glint of pleasure in his eye
Whaling stories of travel wounds
in foreign hospitals gone wry
An explorer of worlds
yet lonely he be
slurping coffee can’t hide
no family to share had he
It was during the Victorian era, where every flower began to symbolize something. It is said that because of the strict protocol of that era, feelings and thoughts were not openly expressed between men and women, leading to an elaborate “flower language” or “floriography” being developed.
I was tagged by my very young fellow blogger, tanishq who is encouraging his grandma to read my blogs with the hope she will blog too.
So I have answered these question honestly, to inspire tanishq’s grandma…:)
Be outwardly caring. Be a giver. No matter the reason. Be passionate and extend your boundaries and remind those you love that you love them enough to make them feel extra special on a special day. You will be amazed at the joy you will receive in return.
I was puzzled, confused and downright terrified when I began vomiting 6-10 times a day after just a glass of water! I thought there was something seriously wrong with me. My doctor broke the news that I was pregnant. “Oh, so this is morning sickness”, I asked? He said, “In a normal pregnancy nausea is minimal. You have what is known as Gestational diabetes” and went on to explain