This almost-bloom almost made it, then got frosted/frozen, then fell under the control of gravity…then….

Here’s the scenario in my imagination: some rodent (probably squirrel) raided the browned bloom, opening it rather like a pine cone.

This is an art-bloom. Not sure what kind of blossom…poppy?

This entry was posted in anthropology, floral on Wednesday, 31 January 2018 at 10:04 pm.
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