“Summer was a lady who didn't give up her spotlight easily.”
Sarah Addison Allen
This may be the last ginger blossom for a while.. Each stalk of ginger produces a bunch of blossoms that bloom one after the other from top to bottom, and this looks like the last to go..
But she is clinging to the light, isn't she? She was first to catch the sun as it peeked over the roof, spilling through the space between the house and the canvas of the gazebo. Her one chance to shine before that sliver of light strayed out of her reach.. Look at the pearlescent gleam of the light on her perfect petals.. Glorious!
“Summer was a lady who didn't give up her spotlight easily.”
Sarah Addison Allen
This may be the last ginger blossom for a while.. Each stalk of ginger produces a bunch of blossoms that bloom one after the other from top to bottom, and this looks like the last to go..
But she is clinging to the light, isn't she? She was first to catch the sun as it peeked over the roof, spilling through the space between the house and the canvas of the gazebo. Her one chance to shine before that sliver of light strayed out of her reach.. Look at the pearlescent gleam of the light on her perfect petals.. Glorious!