Translucent

I love the light at this time of day, shining through the leaves and flowers.  My irises are covered in blooms, and a few have opened.  This one was so striking, so translucent.

“A life is such a strange object, at one moment translucent, at another utterly opaque, an object I make with my own hands, an object imposed on me, an object for which the world provides the raw material and then steals it from me again..." Simone de Beauvoir