los flores

Being the daughter of a botanist is not easy. Whenever Dad is within earshot I am sure to call a clematis (accent on clem) a clematis...accent on the wrong syllable...and as anyone in strict botanical circles knows...Oh well, as with music, one need not be a musician to be able to appreciate music, so it is with flowers I am so glad to say. Half the time the name of a favorite flower is just on the tip of my tongue but seemingly out of reach of my mind. A friend calls the ignobly named skunkflower, swamplantern...nice.

Mom's favorite in the wild...the delicate, yet hardy colombine.






azaleas and begonias...
more lovely than the color
orange