"White Flowers"

I didn't explain this before so I have to apologize - the reasoning behind all those photos of flowers (other than the obvious fact that I like them) could possibly be attributed to a childhood memory - where every weekend, when it's my father's turn to do the market stuff because he likes it and he's not out driving cabs - he would purchase a bunch of flowers for my mother. It could be anything from a nameless weed flower to an orchid which could have been a wreath for a casket but he wouldn't have known any better, to him its a gorgeous flower and no other connotation is associated with it - and this mere act of thoughtfulness perhaps stuck with me, and will forever be etched in my memory.

Flowers. They are just the happiest, most beautiful thing.

And now I have an abundance of them in the garden, growing freely - some unnamed, some unknown, some more admired than others - but, in general, loved and adored. An ode to the happy times when money may have been an issue, but happiness and love, in the form of flowers, were never a scarcity.