
This tulip appears to be in prayer, folded inward, becoming ready to open,
and then to bless the eyes lucky enough to see it blossom.

How do I love hydrangeas? I could not count the ways! Their bounty amazes me, great clouds of flower, made up of small and perfect blossoms. Colors ethereal, pastels never had such strength
as in the petals of this flower.

A mum in spring. I like the contrapuntal thought of this, paired with the hardy Peruvian Lily.

And one of the world's great treasures: the interior world
of the iris.
***How glad I am to have the company of these creations,
to be in the presence of
their color, their light, their beauty.
Images, copyright Ysabel de la Rosa, all rights reserved.
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I've just returned home. Am overflowing with anxiety after a quiet two weeks on a nearly deserted beach. Things will get better. Hope you are well.
We must get together soon.
Love,
Pilar