I've been very struck by these particular petunias this year: an unusual shade, halfway between rather anemic fried eggs, and William Henry Hunt's painting of primroses - which these patently aren't, but look as though there attempting to be. There are - because it's Mothers' Day here in the US - flowers for sale everywhere today, but I'm especially happy with what's blooming in our front yard.
Sunday, May 9, 2021
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