A bright blue sky. A warm breeze. And flowers.
Formal symbolic representation of qualitative entities is doomed to its rightful place of minor significance in a world where flowers and beautiful women abound.
—Albert Einstein
Summer at last! Although I expect no sympathy from my friends and colleagues in the pacific northwest, it has been an unseasonably wet, gray spring in New England. There are reasons I don't live up there, and four days of sunshine in some months is one of them.
Anyway, I'm happy to report that the pots on the deck have started to recover.
Lantana
Verbena
Geranium?
As for the roses,
Roses
well, these are a small, climbing variety and I have no desire to fight about whose are fatter. I'll take elegance over flash any day.
This little thistle relative is doing nicely too.
Centaurea
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