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.