Little Miss Daisyjo
your ribbons all aglow
I really want to know
your garden grows?
"Hey Daisyjo, where are those flowers I ordered?" Razaroo asks me, tapping her hoof impatiently. "I'm gonna need them for Scootaloo's birthday party, yes yes yes!"
"Okay. let me clip off the stems on these zinnias, and I'll get right to work on the tulips for her floral arrangement." I yell back, snipping then ends of the flowers off, and putting down my shears. "Only the best for our dear little racing star on her b-day."
Ahhhh, growing sweet smelling flowers, cultivating them from the time they are seedlings, until they bloom into beautiful blossoms with petals galore... this is the great joy of my life. I have always adored the sweet fragrance of flowers, ever since I was a little filly in my mother's little flower shop. I grew up, helping her to take care of all the local gardens and flower beds in town. And I enjoyed it so much, that I decided to follow in her hoofsteps.
My name's Daisyjo, and I run the Ponyville greenhouse on the west side of town. Whenever anyone in town wants a boquet for a wedding, or a corsage for their school dance, I'm the purple mare with the yellow mane that they come to. Wysteria used to the pony pony who organized anything in this town that had to do with flowers, but I was always the pony who actually did all the watering, weeding, gardening, and hard work. And now that she's moved on to being princess (well, runaway princess now), I've fulling taken over everying in these town that has to do with flowers.
"Do you really think that all of these flowers will outshine Fiesta's presentation?" I ask her, outting the last few blossoms into place on the large floral arrangement that reads 'happy birthday Scootaloo. "I mean, when that party mare decides to go big, she really goes BIG."
"She's not going to show me up this time, Daisyjo, oh no no!" Razz guaranteed me, a smile on her face. "Especially since you promised not to give her any flowers for her party presentation."
"I couldn't let a friend down... even if it meant letting another friend down, I guess." I tell her with a sigh, shaking my head. " Besides, I'm sure she can pull together a pretty decent show of her own, even with out my flowers"
Even so, I still feel guilty about withholding my flowers from Fiesta, all of the ponies in this town rely on me to grow and provide their flowers for them. Planting the seeds and putting down mulch, watering the plants and singing to them (hey, plants really do improve when they are sung to, trust me). Mother makes sure all of her little babies out there in the garden are well cared for. And above all, it makes me so very happy to see my little flowers making all of those other ponies here in Ponyville.
"Daisyjo.... Razaroo...so good to see you, girlfriends!" A laid back pony called out, literally drifting in to my greenhouse. "How are your cosmic auras shinning this fine day?"
"Oh hey, Port 'O Bella." I replied with a sigh, rolling my eyes at the arrival of Ponyville's resident hippy. "What brings you around my greenhouse?"
"Oh! I was like, hoping I could convince you to carry this one wicked type of 'shroom I just discovered in the forest!" She announced to me, holding up a weird looking green mushroom with spots all over it. "I think it's be awesome if this mushroom could be shared with all the mares and stallions of Ponyville!"
"Oh no no no, I don't think think that's such a good idea." Razaroo told her. "We all know what happened the LAST time you gave your mushrooms to the ponies of Ponyville..."
During the winter, I often allow the farmers of Ponyville to grow certain amounts of their crops in my vast greenhouse, so that there is a small supply of various fruits and vegetables available for cooking and eating during the cold months, besides the ones they canned during the fall harvest. But there is NO way I am going to let this burned out mare hold a stash in my greenhouse... my flowers would probably get sick on her fumes from her fungal drek.
"I.. really don't think that's a good idea." I warn her, raising a hoof as we talked. "Why don't you just store them in your van with all your other mind altering substances?"
"Aw, come on! There's not enough room in there, babe!" She told us, shoving a mushroom into each of our mouths before we could move, and pushing it down our throats. "Here, just try this stuff, you'll really love it!"
Suddenly, the room lit up. There were flowers everywhere, filling up the room and glowing brightly. We all began to dace around the greenhouse, roses and daises and daffodils falling all around us, as colors flashed before our eyes, and all the colors of the rainbow seemed to sing wonderful songs all around us. In all of my long years of life, I've never seen such a wonderfully arranged floral display! The light! The sound the COLORS!
It was the next morning that I woke up on the floor of my greenhouse, my head groggy and the room spinning all around me. I was wearing a pair of tight daisy dukes on my sore flank, along with a tied-together top. A note was lying on the floor next to me, clearly written by a stallion from here in Ponyville that I had a thing for;
Thanks for the wonderful dinner of flowers we had last night, and the wonderful time we had. Hope we can get together again sometime.
- Spring Parade
My eyes go wide in horror at the letter's mention of a 'flower meal' and I stand up and look around the greenhouse in horror. Every daffodil and daisy, every rose and petunia, every single flower in this greenhouse had had it's top bitten off and devoured, all except the daisy on my own cutie mark. All of my beloved babies, decapitated, thanks to a goofy mare on a perpetual high.
"PORT 'O BELLAAAAAAA!"