Beatrice Flower

We call this one the Beatrice Flower, after my mother, Mommer to the clan. It is a Gerber Daisy, originally a gift from Monique, but this splendid exemplar is a descendant of that one arriving, surprisingly, just to announce the arrival of winter this year.

The reason for this bloom is that we, alas, confuse our flowers by raising them under lights indoors, in the basement this year, and the poor things really do forget when it is supposed to be Spring.

Beatrice Flower

Our backyard on a May morning in the sun. Never looks better than at this time of year. I draw attention to the red flower on the table to the left. Brigitte bought it three or four years ago, and it's still doing splendidly. She named it the Beatrice flower--because that is its name, I think, and my Mother's. Here is a close-up of it taken before it got moved.

My camera work in these shots is just so-so. The globe in the foreground is fuzzed out. Never mind that it just happened to be put there because it was in the way. The color of the flower is correct in the shadows, too yellow in the bright sun of the close-up...