Every day, a photograph, a poem.
Today, the sun set on the lilac bush, now open and overhanging on our back porch, a lovely aroma and color to soothe the soul and end the day.
I live these flowers and their perfect little four-lobed flowers I learned to day are called a corolla from Wikpedia. So delicate, yet so bold– eager to live their short lives in the spring so we may remember that life is short and we must always do our best to make the world better. That is what the perfect little lilacs whisper to us.
How do I describe
perfection? Purple, four-lobed
corolla: lilac.Sheri Edwards
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart