Yesterday at Winterthur, Delaware (legacy of Henry Francis du Pont, 1880-1969).
Two varieties of early Korean azaleas
I think it is the stippling, mottling, speckling, flecking, spotting, splotching of the change of season in Spring which presents no possibility of my being unhappy.
Flowers of a Japanese Cornus tree
Chinese Jasmine and Norwegian Spruce
The multiple colours and a hundred shades have not yet arrived.
The hot blue skies are still a way off. It is still cool underfoot.
Glory of the Snow in parkland
Instead just a few colours: a proposition, a proposal, a presentation like that of voided velvet or this below: something there and not there and yet to emerge fully.
A hat (toque) of devoré silk covering a wired buckram (coarse linen) hat.
Made by Cosprop for a recent BBC series called The Queen. On display at Winterthur in 2019.
Not harsh. Colours and textures emerging as if merely a possibility.
And if I come another day, other possibilities will be presented.
Of course, I will come if I can. Why wouldn’t I want to be happy?
Star Magnolia in bloom behind Japanese Spirea bushes still burning off winter
Hydrangea whose flower heads survive every winter behind star magnolia trees in bloom
No possibility of my being unhappy here. None.
I would have to be deluded well beyond my current delusions to conjure up even one unhappy thought.
Needles of the Japanese Red Pine