Anatomy of a bouquet of flowers

Gathered in a garden with thought and love.  Put into a clear glass vase with a sense of community.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nestled.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Green expresses light beyond comparison.  Arugula for a bit of spice.  A mini snack if one were so inclined.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The scent – oh, the scent! – of pineapple broom. It flows as thick as honey but does not cloy.

Texture – soft texture of the fuzzy kind.  With dots of colour.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The glamour of subdued clamour.  Each is heard, each by each.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Contrast of leaves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And again, fragrance.

 

A celebration wholeheartedly and gratefully received.