Pretty flowers bursting forth at their peek on the table; bring more diners to your cafe than dirty dishes stacked about.
If that is only hollow low quality fluff, people will know soon enough.....; especially in the real world of pushing logs instead of pencils!
All hope of life awaits the joy of a flower coming of age; meaning that life can go on, it will not die out; it is an instinctive thing, present in all things IMLHO. And jsut that promise and viewing it's reassurance is both joyful and settling. Certainly a bright shiner like this will bring the worker bees flying across the fields in calling wonder, jsut as a doe, sow, orchid etc. will in her time. Flowers and their scents are one of the simplest forms of this; in deed even our own kind holds them special, and the flowers of our kind adore-n themselves with the calling colors, shape, scents, mystery etc. that they borrow and mimic from their less ani-mate sisters.... To me, the ladies and flowers of the same curves, colors, scents, secrets are all ..........."exactly the same but different" (drunk buddy's favorite line about everything).
That power keeps even bumbling species as us going on uphill forward against the onslaught of time that changes rivers, devours other species, languages, fells mountain ranges, swallows islands, grows trees, enlargens the barrier reef etc. So this immense power that cues ya; is being used to call ya............ i prefer to just admire it all for what it is; dis arm it with that and go on..
Has anyone seen the boat yet????
It is 4th pic:
Optic-All Illusions