In the temperate climate of Tasmania, Spring is heralded by an explosion of colour across tens of thousands of flower beds. Brilliant hues of immense beauty dot the landscape and crowd botanical exhibitions. They clamour for prominence in order to attract willing pollinators.
It might seem odd then that I have chosen to share a bloom without the exotic plumage I have so far mentioned. But my logic is sound. The softness of these petals and the clarity of this reproductive machinery best represents how flowers work. Or at least it does to me.
Seldom do we focus on the imperative that drives flora to radiate their aesthetic. So enamoured do we become with their fragrant charm, that we neglect to appreciate its subtle purpose. We only get to experience this orgy of colour and scent for a few brief months each year. Never should we take that for granted.
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