‘Cause how many times can you wake up in this comic book and plant flowers? – Rodriguez
Flowers have their own personalities. Whenever I chance upon fuchsia heath I am reminded of a ballet, and see a chorus line of bells dancing along a twig.
Daisies always look rather quaint, never out of place, and call out for attention even from close to the ground.
The drumstick seems incongruous with its tiny batons and mass of flowers marching across open plateaus.
Exploding into space, the heath kunzea, is a vision of fireworks and celebration.
Appearing like a crystal, the rush fringe-lily looks lonely, hard and strong.
Flowers can evoke powerful sensations, and where there are shadows, happily bring light. With sorrow and mourning, blooms and buds soften our hearts, and can regenerate our spirits with reminders of faith, hope and love.
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