Bouquets & Bye-byes

I have picked some flowers and bundled them into bouquets for you, my blog pals.  As this blog is about things I hold close to my heart, we might consider these floral offerings as corsages (or boutonnieres for the gentlemen out there).

I will begin with what I believe to be the humble wallflower.  It is unprepossessing in appearance but utterly divine in scent.  Breathe deeply--can you catch its perfume across the many miles between us all?

Another deceptively simple wildflower is the daisy.  They spill all over country fields and have been known to run rampant in untended cemeteries.  Although lovely to look at, they don't smell so good; as in, "What is that godawful stench that's in the house?  Oh, you gathered some daisies for me.  How lovely."

At this time of year, lupins can be seen dashing madly over hillsides, along the side of roads and highways, and indiscriminately through yards, including our own.  They start out quietly but have a certain fierce pride in their manner.

As they're "hatching," their tender hues and long shape remind me of popsicles.  I think someone should invent a lupin-coloured popsicle;  being lupin-flavoured would not be a prerequisite.  Anise, perhaps.

As they get bigger, their colours intensify.  Most of them are in a purplish-blue range, but there are pink and white ones as well.

And then there is the extravagant, no-holds-barred poppy, just bursting at the seams.  They come up suprisingly early in the season, bringing a spicy hint of hot times to come.

Their ruffled, torridly coloured petals remind me of the layered dresses of flamenco dancers.  Olé!

The poppy's dark heart seems like it could swallow you whole or, at the very least, cast a spell on you  if you ventured too near. 


But I have an ulterior motive in presenting you with this colourful armload of blossoms.  It's because I'm going away for a short while and I wanted to leave something lovely for you gaze upon in my absence.  Really, you'll hardly even notice I'm gone.  There are many bloggers amongst us who send up blog flares but once or twice in a blue moon and yet we still keep their blog memory alive in our hearts and on our blog rolls.

Tomorrow afternoon, I'll be locking up and heading off to Montreal for a few days to visit my daughter.  There is hot weather in the forecast, as well as much walking, eating, and drinking anticipated.

Today I'll be organizing my bags:  Apocalypse brand luggage (photographed in Pizzo, Italy)...when a traveller has to be prepared for anything.

 

Ciao ciao ciao!

louciao xoxoxoxo

PS. You don't think I'd leave you without a tune do you? Here's one I've had running on a loop in my head for a few weeks now.