lichnessandlavendar
Tiger Lily
It has rained so much this spring, it has reached a point of enough already, at least for this human being. The plants however are pretty happy. I have never seen the lavendar in my garden so wonderfully healthy and bright. I love lavendar the way it smells, not like pine, but like some earthy fragrant delight. I pick the stems and place three in a vase by the sink. I pick three glorious lichness and put them with it. The striking color of hot pink with the dark violet of the lavendar a contrast. The shining light of that pink, with the depth of the lavendar, and both that green so subtle so very soft. I look at the orange of a tiger lily against the brilliant green of the leaves, and it is also striking but in a completely different way. It’s a flashiness that has it’s own unique qualities, like a salsa or merengue, it flashes and moves to an intense rhythm. And yet the lavendar, even a field of it has a catchiness. A depth of character, a strength of purpose, a wall of wonderful smell, and although it’s eye does not make you catch your breath, it holds your attention. It has a warmth and charm all it’s own.
The daisies have begun to bloom and although they have always been my favorite flower, it is the lichness and the lavendar which hold my attention this year. It is the subtle grace, the brilliant light, the dark dark purple and the earthy green. I wander romantically amoungst my flowers, barefoot, and hair curling softly about my shoulders, I bring a frond of lavendar to my nose, I stop and inhale, I dream.
