On a foggy Kentucky morn, a cornflower sits at the edge of the road bordering the hay bottom of my dad’s few acres. When the sun rises high and hot and burns the mist away, the azure blue blossoms will open wide and flat, welcoming waiting bees. Sunset will nudge the blooms inward, until a new day, and the cycle begins again. For the cornflower, life goes on, at least for the summer.
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Both shots are just beautiful. I love the darker blue shade of the first one and in the second I’m fascinated by the edges of the petals. They look like they were cut using a set of pinking shears.
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Thanks, ann, and I agree on the color of that first one. Yes, pinking shears. Hadn’t thought of that!
Cornflowers are among my favorite flowers, and these are two great shots. I love the text you provided as well.
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Thanks, nothingprofound. I’ve always liked these…it was that delicate blue, I think. And thank you on the words…I always struggle with words. :o|
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I think your commentary was prettier than the pictures!
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Well, thank ya, Grace! As I wrote to nothingprofound, I’m always struggling with that…whether in posts or comments. Ergh.
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I love these two shots as well. We call cornflowers “bachelors buttons” around here. Is that the common name used in Kentucky too?
Hi tt and thanks so much. Yes, these are also known as bachelor’s buttons here, too. And I didn’t realize that until I wikied. Yes, I wiki, and often. :o)
Very lovely. The 2nd shot reminds me of chicory, which grows wild all over up North (but doesn’t grow here.)
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Hi and thanks, Lana. I think I remember reading that cornflower is often mistaken for chicory. The same chicory that’s in Cafe Du Monde? I love that coffee. Mmm…