Friday, June 8, 2012

love affairs

I have it bad for echinacea right now.  I want it in my sight whenever I'm in the front field.  I make excuses to brush by it, see how it is doing.  That sweet soft pink petal edge contrasting with the hard orange-brown center on a stem that is solid like a small tree branch.  A medicinal herb.  Tall.  Well branched.  A bringer of beneficials.  Modestly gorgeous, the kind of flower that gets more beautiful the more you get to know it.  I want to grab up a big armful and breath it in, distill it's essence and drop by drop sustain myself with it for a while.  

1 comment:

Randy Emmitt said...


Bet the bees and butterflies love it as much as you do. Looks great BTW.