As I walked through Paris, bundled up and head down in the drizzling rain, I came across a railing, an expanse of black wrought iron tipped with gold, protecting a church so ancient and foreboding, it must surely have been around since the beginning of time.
Only its soft Fiddlehead finials, in perfect sentry formation, beckoned entry to the passerby.
Parrot tulips - so Victor/Victoria
Anemones
Sweet Peas
Oh God - Give me poppies...
Blackberries - not quite ripe enough to eat but perfect in an arrangement of greens and aubergine
Spider Chrysanthemum
Faciated Willow
Pussy Willow
Wax Flower and Berzillia
...njb
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