I have seen the glass flowers at Harvard,- never changing in their artificial beauty.
But the flowers which surprised me today were real.
They look and smell like a breath of Spring as I see them before me on the table now.
A huge bouquet of unruly orange poppies,yellow roses,their petals tipped in amber.Green snowballs,white narcissis and some small orange lillies which I think come from South Africa and of which I don’t know the name. All bedded in a sea of green.
Beautiful, but not for ever. Beautifull but real.
‘ Consider the lillies of the field,how they grow;they toil not,neither do they spin:
And yet I say unto you.That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.`