March 08, 2006
Oh God, The Flower Season Is Upon Us
Yesterday I noticed that the cyclamen that I had purchased for a friend who is in the hospital with a brand new knee, but was in too much pain to welcome a visitation, which was on my diningroom table next to the cyclamen that I had purchased for my dear mother-in-law for Valentine's Day, but took back into custody due to her pneumonia, was wilting. I filled my plastic measuring cup with no markings, in order to water both.
Somehow, during the process, a single cyclamen blossom, from my mother-in-law's Valentine, floated into the bottom of the measuring cup, and I found it on my kitchen counter this morning, because I hadn't put it away, of course.
In the meantime, forgetting that I had all those foster cyclamen, I picked up three bunches of the kind of daffodils that come from Holland dry and burst into full bloom when placed in water, for $1.49 apiece. The daffodils were next to the sink, smelling like perfect spring, childhood spring, spring in the woods, bursting yellow, as promised. As I passed my cyclamen filled plastic measuring cup without markings, thank goodness, over the daffodils, I saw a great shot. Or should I say, the Big Baby, who had wasted veritable gigabytes shooting all the diningroom table cyclamen in every kind of light, saw an opportunity to get a worthy flower shot posted.
This is the thin edge of the wedge, as the Mitfords would say. The Season for Flowers begins momentarily and the Big Baby, who has, for the most part, waited patiently all winter, satisfied only with Turkey Mums, insisted.
Photo note: I have already told you more than anyone would want to know.
Posted by Dakota at March 8, 2006 08:22 PM