Confessions of a Blatant Bloom-a-holic.
Hello, my name is Wanda Kubat-Nerdin. I am a Bloom-a-holic. A Blatant Bloom-a-holic.
Here is my testimony:
Their blooming scent, vibrant colors and exquisiteness are intoxicating, then reflexively, I reach for the camera, forsaking all present thoughts to gain instant visual gratification time and time again.
I have lain in the gutter, bringing attention to myself, ants crawling in private places rather not discussed, dead leaves entwined in my hair, camera in hand, to shoot a maze of tulips along the roadside.
Squatting in a storm to capture a blossom as the sky becomes a skittering helter skelter electrical staticsphere. I look up in time to see lightning strike in the horizon just beyond the hilltop.
Happy to get the shot!
I have whipped a wide arc U-turn on a 4 lane highway, putting my own safety at risk, tires squealing, in order to take a few pictures of bright orange wild flowers on the fringe of the road.
Got it, no problemo!
Yes, it’s true. I hold no shame for these uncontrollable blooming urges. Every season, Mother Nature spurns me further into a stupor. See there?! Is that a deep purple climbing clematis? Oh look! A stunning array of rhododendrons! Are those daisies?!
Ooh-ooh-ooh! Gotta go!................