The tender white rose has milk soft skin, more petals within pushing out. Unfurling and waking, peach sweet peas are quaking next to neighbors of allium. The sea holly is sharp and strong, and like an old maid laboring in the fields, she keeps on. Mountain mint shares its scent, and green grey foliage. How the didiscus throws its head back and laughs, a sky-blue ode to missing its’ meadow home, where it should be left to grow and die wild.
All are rounded up, inside these julep cups, will you drink their summer song with me?