Few things are more delicate, fresh, and lovely than raindrops on petals (roses or otherwise). There’s also a depth to the light that emerges after a storm – a softness and subtlety that brings out the richness of colors more than sunshine ever could.
I think of Van Gogh. The ‘Wild Irises’ that danced behind plexiglass in my college apartment.
There is an excess about these regal violet blooms. A sort of opulence that goes even beyond the usual floral grandeur.
They ain’t no innocent daisies…
Except for one thing: it’s all a trick.
These extravangant blossoms are dwarf irises. At around six inches high, they are as likely to be stepped on as they are to be admired. A petite creature myself, I am partial to expressing these flowers in monumental terms – true to the impact of their presence, regardless of stature.