Before I post about last weekend’s Boston adventures with Kira, I’m doing a gentle entry post with these charming windflowers that were in bloom when we were in town. They have colonized a small section of the Southwest Corridor Park, in the shade of some flowering trees, and they are just coming into the most lovely part of their growth cycle. These delicate white flowers dangle and nod in the slightest breeze, conjuring an aura of elegant and rustic beauty.
They are not extravagant or exceptionally showy – and their beauty depends largely on such restraint. In simplicity there is art; in what is sparse, there is what is vast. When a flower gives you just enough to leave you wanting more, when it demands that you fill in the blanks of what you think might be missing, it has succeeded in its purpose. That’s what this past weekend felt like in Boston. Just enough to want for more.
