Wednesday, September 28

It is that time of year again: nasturtium season. Although it is not a bountiful blossom harvest this year, they are appearing, one or two at a time. Not sure why I love them so much. Something about their appearance catches at me, snagging an emotional reaction that is completely absent when viewing an iris or a daisy. Yet I know people who have deep attachments to those flowers: it is just some mysterious individual matter of taste I suppose.

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