As I noted back in early May, one real treat of coming back to my parent's house is being greeted by a vase of flowers from the garden that my mother places in my room. So I make no apology by offering another version of them. Repeating the theme enacts the ritual and repetition that goes into the provision of the flowers in the firs place, of course, but it also enacts something that's endemic, as a question, to the exercise of taking a Daily Picture - how far do I allow myself to repeat myself? And yet, as these two pictures two months apart show, difference in light, let alone in angle, let alone in types of flower, make these two very different images indeed.
Yes, it is dark and stormy - my dreams of sitting with a gin and tonic in verdant surroundings have been sadly shattered by dank and damp weather.