I found a flower on top of a garbage can on the boardwalk, just outside the Hilton, and thought of My Saint John, one of my favourite blogs, where scenes normally overlooked are captured and described with a certain amount of wit. I'm not sure I'm doing the blog justice by doing my own bit, but I wanted to try...As for the discarded flower above, I'm not sure how it found it's way to the garbage can, but the discarder obviously didn't want to put it right in with the smelly coffee cups and greasy fast food cartons. I have come up with a few ways this flower ended up here instead of a vase:
- It was given to someone by an admirer; but she didn't share the same sentiment. On the way home, it was quickly and carefully left behind
- It was bought by an admirer; but the admired didn't share the same sentiment. Embarassed, the romantic giver left it behind, but paid too much to just toss it into the can
- It was given to somone, who was so overcome with passion after receiving it, they immediately embraced, and completely forgot about the poor flower











