For some reason that alludes me, I chose to post this marigold again. It was one of several photographs that I included in a post a few blogs ago. However, this time is a bit different as it stands alone. Before, it was one image among several others.
There is something captivating about it. This is not about me…I did not create this beauty, God did. Yet, I feel honored to have been a part of it’s development…to capture it’s image.
I call it Lava because that is what the colors and intensity reminds me of. Do you ever see or hear or smell something from yesteryear that suddenly becomes present in something else? It is a fascinating journey of the senses. As much as we marvel at the things we see, and often hear and read; it is the fragrance of something that really jolts me into remembrance of things gone by.
I can’t really explain it, but maybe it is because we rely so much on our eyesight, words and sounds that odors take a back seat. However, I bet if we were to consult a deaf and blind person, the sense of smell would become paramount. That dynamic happens to me occasionally when I catch a whiff of something that transforms me back to that time and place. Case in point; I gave platelets and red blood cells yesterday and one of the techs stopped by to check on me. She had a fragrance which smelled of cloves. I asked her about it and said it was some sort of Essential Oil product. I told her it reminded me of cloves, and in particular clove chewing gum which was available when I was a child. She thought that strange and I guess she is right, although it was somewhat of a novelty at the time. I don’t think it is available anymore.
Anyway, for a moment I was transformed to my childhood when, on occasion, my dad would allow me to buy a pack of clove gum. I can still taste it.
A tightly bound, delicately wrapped, pin pointed, bundle of potential awaits her unfurling. Do you know what type of flower she is? What she will look like? What color she will be? It won’t take long to find out…just one night and she will open.
Spring is like magic when all that lays dormant comes to life, browns turn to green, buds form on twigs, seeds drop to reproduce, and colors explode while fragrances enchant.
I am reminded of the song made famous by Doris Day, called Que Sera, Sera. It was created by the song-writing team of Livingston and Evans for a Hitchcock movie starring Doris Day and Jimmy Stewart in 1956. It later became her signature song. Funny, but she didn’t want to sing it, thinking it sounded childish. The first lyrics are as follows:
When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother what will I be? Will I be pretty, will I be rich? Here’s what she said to me. Que Sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see. Que Sera, Sera. What will be, will be.
So, what is this flower and what color is it? Scroll down and you may be surprised!