It’s absolutely amazing to me that with a bit of water and sunshine a plant can produce a wonder such as a flower. And that a flower can turn into a fruit.
I love flowers, and go through times when I resolve to buy a bunch every week to brighten a corner. It usually lasts 2 weeks, with the last few days of dying blooms and fetid water a sad reminder that everything passes. Such beauty. Overblown roses a delicious but fleeting love. Camellias a tender delight, and gone too quickly. Peonies – my absolute favourite, on the list for planting.
Blooms in the garden are a delight – and in our first year in this house, the garden delivers the odd beauty. We have several camellias of different kinds – I think the one above is my favourite – a double of some kind, in the most tender and intensely gentle pink .
I think it’s the complexity of a floral form that intrigues me the most. The depths and folds are hidden, providing a volume that is mysterious and impossible to explore – poking usually brings the whole undone, or bruises the petals so the life is shorter.
Admire from afar.
And a beautiful floral journey here. I do love Matisse.
Feeling the need to go paint….