Maybe it's because we're both red-heads... I don't know. But if you ask me, everything about them is beautiful. They were so innumerably scattered throughout the French countryside and as we passed on the train, I found them enchanting. Something about the delicate petals and their long stems makes them perfect in this sort of imperfect way. They're wild yet elegant, and today I am dreaming of the flower beds they will occupy when I have a home of my own someday.