~ Chaque vrai poète a besoin
D’une goutte de mélancolie ~
~ Every true poet needs
A dewdrop of melancholy in him ~
Lilacs underfoot like snowdrifts, the unfurling of the first irises. The climbing roses, having finally scaled the porch railing, threaten to be absolute bombshells in the next few weeks. Photographing the myriad of columbines as if I had never seen them before in my life.
🌸 something new 🌸
Lundi. Le temps est encore aux fleurs.
Flowers of the Alps