Tomorrow maybe

The fuschias are adding to our summer of colour. They are the first flowers I can remember paying attention to. I used to wonder at the flowers imagining them as ballerinas dancing in the wind. It wasn't a surprise for me to find out that later that most varieties had female names. I have a sense that they are less fashinable than they once were.

The ones we have are doubles and a little too frilly for my liking. But they do provide delightful moments of anticipation.