chrysanthemumbling jane i love the smell of chrysanthemums. and after it rained the other day, the pink blooms growing through the chainlinks next to my driveway exploded with fragrance. they are my birth_flower; i would like to get tattoos on my shoulders, reminding me that creation_destruction is effectively portrayed, the burden i carry, the understanding i seek, and to stop and smell them every now and then, after it rains. 081110 what's it to you? who go blather from