This weekend, my brother will renew his vows after two years of marriage to my strong, beautiful, and brave sister-in-law. In the garden today, thinking of them, I found myself drawn to certain shapes.
It wasn't the flowers that were blooming, or their foliage, but the texture and variation of the about-to-open that seemed most beautiful to me tonight.
These stalwart little oncomers, getting ready to burst even as the nighttime temperatures dip into the thirties, demonstrate the readiness of all things to blossom and change.
As for Bud (whose nickname never struck me as floral until now) and Pam, they're just as tough, and just as lovely. Here's to a beautiful weekend!