Somewhere between the chives and the onions are these ornamental allium, grown solely for the beauty of their blooms rather than the taste or flavoring of its bulb or leaves. Beauty can exist as its own purpose in the world, especially in the garden. Personally, I admire such things – so many people want something more serious and meaningful, some substance behind the pretty face – while I’ve always considered gorgeousness an end and a goal unto itself.
These rain-kissed blossoms were nodding their heads in a Boston garden when last I was in town, and I caught them on the morning I was departing for home. A beautiful send-off, and incentive to return.
