Somewhere i have never travelled

Even though this is a drooping Gerbera and not a rose, it reminded me of a few lines out of an ee cumming's poem:

"... though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose..."

Lunch out was nice but we waited over an hour for food to arrive. Meanwhile cider was racing around my body looking for food ;-)

Yesterday's blip suggested I feel abandoned. No, I'm fine. Only the shopping trolley was abandoned, not me.

I'm too tired for much else so off to bed for me.