and claw of – hey wait a minute. that is some other recipe. in the garden it is strictly a pinch of pollen. sometimes the bees will sneak into the act. it is sometimes slow process of bringing the qualities and colors of many different flowers into one. an organic poem that has its own rhyme and meter. and the composition fades each night and is reborn again the next day. this is another look at a seedling or a sibling from the other day. perhaps another night i will collect some of the parents that went into this beauty. for now the seedling is more than enough. three images and a bit of dreaminess….