The gardenias just bloomed, crisp and white like paper, with a gentle fragrance that wafts around on the breeze. I am learning that certain flowers simply seem more lustful than others, and that these seem quite demure when compared to the lilies of last week. I must remember that they aren't trying to be attractive to other flowers; rather, they seek out only those fearless flyers (and amateur photographers) that are enticed to molest them.
I ponder the subject of modesty among flowers. I, for one, am happy that they aren't.
