People often tell me that some of my flower pictures are phallic; others point out that Georgia O’Keffee’s paintings evoke both the vulva and the vagina. I do see the sexual symbolism in my flower photos?

Flowers have to reproduce as we do, and some sexual parts seem related to ours. I tend to see flowers as more spiritual than sexual, but I am a well-known prude from New England. I blush easily.

Today, the orange Gladiolas burst out into the world. They were worth waiting for. It is colder today, and some rain and storms are expected. The animals, farmers, and gardens would appreciate some rain.

Flowers have long been connected with femininity as well as homosexuality. 

The ancient Greeks often wore flower crowns to honor goddesses. The god Apollo is often drawn wearing a crown of laurel branches as a token of his love and devotion to the goddess Daphne.

(The fancy Geraniums are coming up…they are, well…fancy.)

This week is exciting. I go to Bishop Gibbons on Thursday with Maria, we will plant some vegetable plants as part of a community service project, and I’ll be interviewing the head of the English Department.

Tomorrow, I will try a third time to have a meeting with the Mansion Men’s Groupd.

(My feisty Nastiriums won’t quit; they refuse to be irrelevant and bloomed with a vengeance in the memorial garden.)

(Zinnias know how to bring light and color into the world. They are damn good at it.)