I can never tell which I enjoy looking at more: the unopened bud or the full bloom.
There’s something very exciting about looking at an unopened flower. There’s promise and wonder and anticipation. It’s like staring at a gift with your name on it that’s been sitting under the Christmas tree for weeks — only you can’t shake it or pry open the wrapping paper to get a peak. But you know in your heart, that tied up in that puckered green bundle is a treasure of pure beauty: the flower that you always wanted.
Since it is better to give than to receive, may I present two buds and the two ensuing blooms in the mid-August garden.