Back in the day, people would send bouquets fraught with meaning.
Long ago, a white rescue kitten i nurtured defied naming.
She adored my altar, became manic, or a vegged out trip hazard during circle.
Was the confirmed Chalice wine/beer taster, nibbles expert and consort judge.
Eventually at 6 months she blossmed into a fire point siamese and my friends suggested many war / battle names, as she was fiesty bit!
After much meditation my resident flea-taxi and lap-fungus hellion was named with the flower code. "Tansy" for a declaration of war.
Long ago, a white rescue kitten i nurtured defied naming.
She adored my altar, became manic, or a vegged out trip hazard during circle.
Was the confirmed Chalice wine/beer taster, nibbles expert and consort judge.
Eventually at 6 months she blossmed into a fire point siamese and my friends suggested many war / battle names, as she was fiesty bit!
After much meditation my resident flea-taxi and lap-fungus hellion was named with the flower code. "Tansy" for a declaration of war.