Ever noticed that the centre of a flower sometimes looks like its own bouquet?

I’ve always felt a great romance in rail travel. The way the tracks reach into the distance then curve out of sight, they’re just tempting me to round the corner and witness something incredible.

Of course what you normally get is a broken train or a malfunctioning signal… Train travel is like life, promises much but is vastly frustrated by outside forces.

Steal beauty where you can, and enjoy the ride.

Tucked away in dense foliage, I discovered a hidden gem.

When my parents moved into their house 20 years ago I picked out a tiny plant to go in their garden. Today when I visited I was delighted to find it in full bloom. Pale and delicate blossoms against jet black leaves, more berry red buds just waiting to burst.

It is stunning.

Others rise, graceful and stately. They linger there until all eyes are upon them and all breath is held, then burst into glorious beauty.

Some flowers slowly unfurl. Elegantly blooming into being.