The sun’s been a bit shy about coming out these past few weeks, but that hasn’t prevented the fleurs from flaunting themselves. They’re crazy with color right now in the Bluegrass, which makes the gray skies tolerable. Reminds me of a Rilke passage:
“[E]verything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.”
—Rainer Maria Rilke
—Rainer Maria Rilke
[Nature pics without credits are from either yours truly or her camera-toting husband. This particular one was shot by the latter.]
