When I smell flowers I think of funerals- and because I have worked at so many funerals  the minute I smell flowers I can see caskets and a lot of sad faces so-I don’t like to be around flowers. I don’t grow them, I don’t use them as decorations in my house. I like seeing pictures of them and I enjoy wearing flower prints on my clothes.

I miss the real thing-  I really do love flowers.

So I just had to find new ways to appreciate them and that is alright.

However.

The one think I can’t get around is the color

Orange.

I hate to eat orange colored food, so if I am faced with orange colored food on my plate there had better be green or chocolate or butter involved because the minute I see orange colored food the muscles in my jaw do their thing and my mouth will not open.

I’m not even sure why.

All I know is that somewhere in my head I am convinced that if I bite into something orange it will bite me back.

Hard.

There’s probably a reason for my outright dislike for Orange Colored Food but I guess I’ll never know what that reason is because I don’t want to think about it.

You see, when I see Orange Food.

I can smell flowers.