And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. 30 January 2008
Posted by bornonacusp in Domesticity, Image Gallery, Poetry.trackback
We woke up this morning to the sight of our orange dahlia’s first flower blooming.
French fictionist Anais Nin’s ode to the blossoming of a flower comes to mind.
(Photograph by bornonacusp)
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