A late-blooming hortensia (hydrangea) from our garden in a Porcelain de Paris tea cup, circa 1830.
"...It is your destiny to move your pen,
to wake up storms, to run through the heart of storms,
to lay bare a monument like a nest in a thicket.
Though all you wanted was to pluck a few roses." - Czeslaw Milosz, Warsaw, 1942