A Flowering Tea Party
Can you find the all the flowers in the below Story!
Camellia borrowed Jacob’s ladder to reach her blue bonnet for the four o’clock Tea Party. Her iris twirled as she stared into the cosmos wondering what it would be like to walk in the safari sunset with William, there was diffidently love in a mist. Lily yelled to get her attention as she tiptoed through the touch me nots. Camela gasped as Johnny jump up and black eye Susan being startled from the yell.
The host rang the blue bell to start the tea party. Camela’s bleeding heart almost stopped as her Sweet William graced the room. He paused and spoke to his Aunt Myrtle. Heather, her best friend whispered in her dark willow curly hair. “He’s handsome, isn’t he?” Camel focused on the bird of paradise after seeing Billy Buttons. He always wanted her to dance with him. But, at the end of each dance her toes hurt from being stepped on and she didn’t bring any bee balm for the ache.
“You’re looking like a beautiful Rose today,” William said as he approached. His polished bachelor buttons sparkled as Goldenrods. A tinge of maiden pink blushed her cheeks as he spoke with such honesty. She held impatien for his kiss. He leaned and touched her phlox of curls as he whispered, “I’m glad you for get me not.” His eyes were like lilac as they bore into hers and his breath were as baby’s breath when he pressed his tulips to hers.