''Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.'' Dorothy Parker, 20th century literary wit
Like it or not spring arrives tonight. It is very cold, very windy. It would be a nice day---in January.
I'll mark the turning season with my self-indulgent ranunculus photos. I always have loved this gently beautiful late winter flower. I imagined a winter wedding inspired by their dainty petals: bridesmaids and flower girl dresses in palest shares of barely there pink, cream, celadon green. Perhaps deep brown or black silk velvet sashes on the flower girls' frocks. Thin soft silk organdy. Masses of ranunculas and white hydrangeas, lemon herbal candles, a sprinkle of white seashells. My dress would be that faintest creamy white silk taffeta.
Of course I was married on a snowy morning, in jeans and workboots, at a courthouse. No party.
I saw ranunculas for the first time, in real life, growing in city garden planting pots in San Francisco, years later. It was winter in NY but spring in SF. I was again charmed by their unworldly perfection, their delicate extravagance of petals and velvet centers.
Now we can buy them every March at Trader Joe's.
Taylor Swift's gorgeous flower garden Grammy dress and mask to go with. The dress is all hand embroidered , on net, some 3 dimensional. Perfect.
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