That Time of Year
…When inspiration seems to run dry. Midterms ate up much brain space, and though they’ve passed, in their allotted places remain dingy unproductivity where imaginative blog posts could have once originated.
*Sigh*
So all I have to offer is more flower photos. I never tire of taking them. The day before my husband returned home from overseas, my ranunculuses gave their last bit of oxygen and bid us farewell. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a flower die so prettily. It was my last day’s stay at friends’ before receiving my travel-weary husband the next evening, and the light in their kitchen wouldn’t relent calling my name, beckoning me to photograph something in it. Even on dreary, rainy Saturday the dying, wilting blooms looked beautiful.
The antique teal (!) mason jars really helped their expiring situation. Don’t you think?
Traveling Ranunculi
- As my husband begins to round off his travels overseas, I travel across town to stay with some friends for the remainder of his time away. (It’s ‘cause I’m ascareda thee dark, as my youngest brother used to say.)
- Not really.
- But kinda.
- Trader Joe’s had these beautiful Ranunculi (or Ranunculuses) for sale, which I snatched up at the very sight of them. The texture of their layered petals is beautiful. God is an artist.
- I bought the bouquet the day before I crossed town without considering that I’d have less than 24 hours to enjoy them. So I brought them with me to the home of my gracious hosts.
- Ranunculus. Literally means “little frog.” Hm. Not sure if I see the frog connection. Though the name is a bit odd, it’s surely an exquisite flower.
ra-nun-cu-lus |rəˈnə ng kyələs|noun ( pl. -luses or -li |-ˌlē; -ˌlī|)
“A temperate plant of a genus that includes the buttercups and water crowfoots, typically having yellow or white bowl-shaped flowers and lobed or toothed leaves. Genus Ranunculus, family Ranunculaceae: many species, including several garden ornamentals.”
- I continued to glance at the lovely blooms as my friend and I ate salad for lunch together in her kitchen.
- Then I got distracted when she told me she eats a salad every day.
- Quietly nibbling my butter lettuce, I didn’t mention that I eat a York Peppermint Patty every day. I call it: The Nanny Diet.
- Anyways.
- The ranunculus, though not a very fragrant flower, seems to grow more beautiful each day as its blossoms open.
“I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.” -Claude Monet
- I find myself wishing to photograph flowers often, and so understand his sentiment.
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