Flowers; are our senses not sabotaged in some small way by
the beauty, grace and tenderness of their gentle and fragile demeanor? Do we
not look at their vastness and see something that excites and makes us want to
paint or photograph them? Shimmering in the
quiet, first light of day, their beauty takes our breath away, easily. Exquisite
flowers, you befriend me with your innocents and allure. Nature is absolutely
in its magnificence.
They are bathed in sunlight, moistened by raindrops, God
using His heavenly set of watercolors and brushes to paint on their glorious
riot of colors. And just as we get spoiled with their dazzling colors, they almost
immediately fade away to make room for the new kids of flowers on the block.
