To love flowers one must be patient. One must wait—observing the slow unfolding of creation. First the leaves emerge, and then all growth seems to stop. Then overnight weeks or months later a stem begins to ascend—the buds slowly appearing over more weeks or months. Only with more waiting—with more patient observation—do we see the opening of each perfect petal. The explosion of sudden color. The transformation of winter's dreary monotony into the bold pallet of spring.
To Love Flowers
To Love Flowers
To Love Flowers
To love flowers one must be patient. One must wait—observing the slow unfolding of creation. First the leaves emerge, and then all growth seems to stop. Then overnight weeks or months later a stem begins to ascend—the buds slowly appearing over more weeks or months. Only with more waiting—with more patient observation—do we see the opening of each perfect petal. The explosion of sudden color. The transformation of winter's dreary monotony into the bold pallet of spring.