Some things put on a show that is fleeting and all the more precious because of it. Such is the Lilac at the corner of R’s studio. Cut branches too early and they will wilt almost immediately, too late and they will last only a couple of days in the vase. I think I’ve timed this just right. Most of the florets have opened, with a few buds remaining at the tip.
I left one plant of Lanceolata Kale to its own devices after pulling up all the others. Here’s what happened: flowers that look good enough to eat (and probably are).
These tulips used to be well-placed but are now asking to be moved to a sunnier home. A hit of red was just what this bouquet needed.
R is always on the lookout for interesting things to add to still life set-ups. I raided his cache for this antique pitcher. This photo was taken on the deck railing in natural light.
But bringing it inside against a dark background shows it off to better advantage. No props, but I like the fallen lilac floret on the dark cloth.
There are many forms of lilac, but this one seems to me to be the most fragrant, and is, after all, where the color got its name. I look forward to a week of its sweet scent drifting through the house.
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