The fleeting beauty of certain flowers might be what makes a song of love such a sad song*. Now it’s the turn for the Oriental and turk’s cap lilies.
Wish I could send you the fragrance of the former. These pure whites, airbrushed with pink as they age, are sweet without being funereal.
Thus ends my song of love for this lovely Friday, before the lilies are humidified into oblivion over the weekend. Sigh. *Sorry about the earworm.