That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for September 16, 2024

Oh, there’s a big ugly bug on this flower.

She’s reluctant to exercise power/

She’s been standing like this for an hour:/

Should a woman abstain/

(Does a petal feel pain?/

That’s no way to treat a flower!

“He loves me… I will pluck his head off like this flower…. he loves me… I will murder him in his sleep….”

“If that no good Tommy wants to pluck my flower, I will just pluck it myself!”

“He loves me! So why does he always insist on going Dutch?”

Pictured here is the suggested opening scene from a rejected Henry James novella:

Sweet young Marguerite suffered a horrible fate when the ancient Daisy God emerged from beneath the cursed meadow (‘Pasturage maudit’), awakened by pitiable cries from its picked and plucked children.

Responding in kind to her thoughtless mutilation of innocent daisy flowers, the first thing enraged ‘Demon des fluers’ plucked were her toes, then fingers … finally, one by one, the hairs on her head. After that, her lover definitely LOVED HER NOT.

The publishers were aghast at the violence and gore of the James story, that he submitted as “Daisy Killer”. James thus revised it considerably, and changed the title slightly to ‘Daisy Miller’.

(— (—

PLUCK me? PLUCK you.

/// “Here, _ A French Peasant Girl,_ Marguerite,

plucks a daisy that grew at her feet.

She is too superstitious.

Will it grant her her wishes?

Hopes it tells her “You’re NOT indiscreet.”

Please don’t eat the daisies:

Suzie Robinson: Now up to now I don’t think anything has happened between Larry and that nasty-looking girl.

Kate Robinson Mackay: She is a nasty looking, isn’t she?

Suzie Robinson: But if you go on neglecting him, something will happen. Did you see the dress she had on?

Kate Robinson Mackay: Falsies.

Suzie Robinson: He doesn’t know it. I hope. Did you see her make-up? Her hair?

Kate Robinson Mackay: Mother, what am I supposed to do? Wear a black lace negligee to the supermarket?

Suzie Robinson: No, that is not what you’re supposed to do. I’ll tell you what you are supposed to do. You pull yourself together, get this house in order, get on the phone, call Larry, tell him you miss him and you love him, and you want him to come home.

For the portrait, she decided to pick a daisy instead of her nose.

Rejected member of Lorenzo St. Dubois’ band (The Producers), not enough flower power.

Short lived trial of using flower petals as an abacus.

A French Peasant Girl: 

Paste (including the quote marks) 

"Category:Wild flowers in art" Wikimedia 

(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, and DuckDuckgo search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found, and once there find the text string Papety, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this roughly B4 paper size painting. 

Again, a larger strip image is also shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3375 (September 15, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. So far, only work by him used here.

Move on,sweetie…..don’t waste yer time pluckin’petals…..

“Romance During the Apocalypse”

hitching up her dress so her petticoat shows just don’t seem to attract the right boys.

Hitching up her petticoat to hide the tale telling bump. “It’s a boy. It’s a girl…”

That style used to be commonplace for the middle class. The fine woolen dress (you might have only one) stays cleaner if you fold it up out of the way to do chores around the house and barnyard. The linen shift underneath is washable and replaceable.