I will always love daffodils, because they're the bright heralds of spring and my mother's favorite. I'll love violets and buttercups for similar reasons- they remind me of the spring afternoons of childhood. Daisies represent the best of Bryn Mawr for me, and are fabulously easy to draw. Black Eyed Susans make me smile- as do yellow orchids and roses and... well, let's face it, prettymuch every yellow flower.
But my favorite, I have come to realize, is the yellow primrose. The kind you find sold at the grocery store on the display next to the apple cider. Colorful and unprepossessing and incredibly dramatic. I like high maintenance plants that let me know how they're feeling, particularly when they respond so quickly and joyfully to attention and water and sunlight.
I think that if I were a domesticated flower I would be a primrose.
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