Documenting what beauty we could grow became one of the few ways @vauntastic and I could pull ourselves out of the helplessness that felt our whole reality in 2020. We did not yet know the plants well enough to know how quickly each one would come and go.
Some days we would look at a flower and think, tomorrow it will be perfect. Some tomorrows the flower would be already dead, or gone taken by cold, or time, or the deer that eat our plants when found unprotected.
The tulips have been particularly elusive. I can't tell when a tulip is going to reach that perfect moment of saturation, and openness. The deer especially seem to enjoy thwarting our tulip plans, but this year we got one. One surviving flower, after the deer came through and likely killed the rest of the garden.
And with it we made what we could