I know that Friday was several days ago but it took time to gather a bouquet fine enough to present as a Mother’s day offering to all my dear friends who deserve flowers that have been picked with care and thought.
I’m not sure if all the flowers dancing at Grandeville’s Le Bal are May flowers but I think its a lovely illustration for Aubade*, Taxile Delorde’s invocation to the first flowers of the spring as translated by Jeremiah Cleaveland.
|This coterie of flowers has all the style and grace – and the tantalizingly exposed limbs –
of the coryphées from Le Ballet de l’Opéra de Paris who so enchanted
the wealthy gentlemen of the period.
|We had several stalks of Campanule or Canterbury Bells in our first small garden
– they were always a favourite. That dancer with the slightly manic look may have just
found out that her common English name is Lady’s Ear Drop (Fuschia).
|Overseeing the festivities is the regal Reine Marguerite– a little bit of serendipity
as my mother-in-law’s favourite flower has always been the stately China Aster.
I only wish that she were able to once again enjoy their beauty.
So here’s my Mother’s Day bouquet and my wish that it may – like that first flower of the spring – indeed bring “good fortune for the rest of the year.”
* This very old French word can mean a song or instrumental composition concerning, accompanying, or evoking daybreak or a poem or song about lovers separating at dawn.