Interiors become perfection with the addition of flowers. As a child, I always was fascinated by the name, “Snapdragon” and I would try to imagine fierce miniature faces of these creatures and their jaws opening wide to breath some kind of fire.
I purchased snapdragons at the market today. They were marked down. Why? Because the stems curved at crazy angles; because they didn’t conform and behave themselves.
I think I’m rather like these snapdragons. Welcome, friends… This is a conformity-free zone.
So nostalgic, these twisting snapdragons evoke simpler times, rustic concepts: countryside walks, the air buzzing with insects; farmhouses with lacy wood trim; childhood, summer warmth on your face, in your heart; eternal sunshine; the unmediated, the unburdened.
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