See poem below flower collage. (All photos by jdb. Please click on first photo to enlarge all.)
Don’t Pick the Daisies
Please leave those daisies in their wrapper. I find them just too pert and dapper. I prefer a floral decoration prone to promote excitation. I’d choose something a little queer to be used as a boutonniere. Yes, I agree, daisies are cute but aren’t held in good repute for inclusion in bouquets exotic. They aren’t sufficiently chaotic. All their little petals are spread in order. They are too well-bred. I like my flowers with frisky sproutings, curling ‘rounds and sticking-outings–– birds of paradise well hung with orange feathers and bright blue tongue. I admit, I am a binger on passionflower and wild ginger, on orchid and bromeliad. Daisies I find a little sad–– too Doris Day and sixtyish. A bit of odd is what I wish for when I choose to pick a flower for an arrangement or a bower. Give me heliconia, proteus or begonia. For an occasion that is formal, daisies, dear, are just too normal.
For my mother Pat who liked her food plain and her flowers exotic. XOXOXO
There are so many varieties of Heliconia and some of them are often confused with Birds of Paradise, but each of the flowers in this photo, other than the red ginger, is a heliconia. From my friend’s garden in La Manzanilla, Mexico.