I cannot recall the name of this flower, but it is large and tall if I remember correctly, part of a stalk of flowers. The symmetry and curves of the petals are what catch the eye.
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Wild Morning Glory
This morning we went on a rather strenuous hike – up and down hills to get to an inland section of the Santa Monica Mountains. I am not a fast hiker – rather plodding actually – because of a long history and experience with falls and broken bones. Every step is conscientiously placed, especially where there is scree and loose rocks. The flowers along the way provided excuses to pause . . .
Fading
Roses, this spring, are doing well. The first round of blooms has begun to fade, but new buds keep appearing to continue the cycle. I don’t remember the name of this rose, but it has a light, delicate fragrance, and rather loose, floppy petals, much like a wild rose.
… a rose embower’d
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflower’d,
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet . . .
All in a Row
We expect rain nearly every day for the next ten days . . .
Daffodils, Yet Again
Spring is daffodil season, and whenever they appear in the market, I buy them. I watch them bloom, fade, and die.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 