A flower that became extrodinary
Often the best photographs are on your own land. Almost every day it is waiting to be discovered, its beauty offered in the limited time it has. There were bulbs planted and I watched them grow into beautiful flowers. I grew thankful for particular golden tulip which lived in my front yard.
Surprisingly, tulips used to never catch my eye. I’d often walk past, they unseen. But this particular one, made me stop. This one, I loved it. I don’t know why, but I did. It’s golden color made me happy.
It beckoned me…
On a inkling, I grabbed my camera one morning. The mist had just cleared, and there was a gorgeous light. My eyes landed on the golden tulip I’d grown to love. Kneeling, my elbows in the dirt I looked through my viewfinder. My favorite things is to look close, to see the usual become unusual in details. A poem was brought to mind in a search for something to say about tulips.
“I love tulips better than any other spring flower; they are the embodiment of alert cheerfulness and tidy grace, and next to a hyacinth look like a wholesome, freshly tubbed young girl beside a stout lady whose every movement weighs down the air with patchouli. Their faint, delicate scent is refinement itself; and is there anything in the world more charming than the sprightly way they hold up their little faces to the sun. I have heard them called bold and flaunting, but to me they seem modest grace itself, only always on the alert to enjoy life as much as they can and not be afraid of looking the sun or anything else above them in the face.”
• Elizabeth von Arnim, Elizabeth and Her German Garden
In other words, my friends….when you explore there’s something new and refreshing that often happens. If nothing else, you learn from exploring. And maybe, maybe a small section of your world might be changed…I hope for the better.