A new friend from a current garden photography project i’m working on. It was a snowflake I was happy to see in the heat of the summer.
Once, in the heady, early days of falling in love, we paddled this same water and joyfully plucked up the pristine ivory blossom of a water lily. Delighted, we basked in the beauty of the flower, of the day, of our lives unfolding petal by petal in each other’s gaze.
It was only later that we realized we’d broken the law, led astray by our ardent desire to possess the beloved. Ah, well. Call it a crime of passion. We have since learned to admire from afar. At least, where lilies are concerned.