I have to admit to having quite a love affair with blue flowers. It probably comes from reading all those English cottage garden books that came out in the eighties. The only "proper" colors for flowers were the genteel blues and pinks and whites.
And blue was always my favorite.
I also, as you know, have quite the love affair with dishes. Of any color. :) I tend to collect single dishes, rather than full sets. This little cheerful flowered dish is one of two that I brought home from the thrift store a few years ago. I use them for decoration, and for photo props.
Yes, I buy dishes so that I can take pictures of them. But only inexpensive ones because I'm cheap. So that's OK, right? :)
I used to hate picking flowers from the garden, especially the first ones of the season. It somehow seemed a waste to spend all that time cultivating them only to have them disappear from the garden immediately upon blooming. But these little scilla are so tiny that they all but disappear in the landscape unless you have great swathes of them. And you can never see their delicate details unless you get down on your stomach and peer underneath.
And my neighbors already think I'm just a little odd (because I take pictures of bare branches in the rain) without letting them spot me laying in the middle of the lawn in early spring.
So there it is. My favorite color flowers, cut to salvage my reputation, and displayed on the cheapest plate I could find to satisfy my urge to take pictures.
Or maybe we'll just say that I thought you might enjoy seeing these beauties from my garden... because I love you. ;)