These cottage garden favorites greeted me this morning as I passed on the path. I just adore their names and the sense of nostalgia that they invoke. Until they pop up I always forget how fragile they are and never cease to be surprised if I overhear them referred to as weeds. Without doubt beauty lies in the eye of the beholder... who could deny the exquisite transience of a dandelion seed head before it catches the breeze? Today, the flowers in this garden send their love to painter who cares for their needs.
