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When I saw Bobo bloom out with her first huge white flowers in June, I thought the compact, yet dramatic form was not unlike a ballet tutu upside down. Out of curiosity, I quickly grabbed one of my art books and flipped the pages to Degas. Sure enough, when I looked at the painting, The Rehearsal, I saw why I had made the connection. The light in my garden was just right and Bobo was so packed with flowers I almost saw no green.
[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_empty_space height=”32px”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image border_color=”grey” img_link_target=”_self” image=”1670″ img_size=”300×220″ alignment=”center”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image border_color=”grey” img_link_target=”_self” image=”1683″ img_size=”300×220″ alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_empty_space height=”32px”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]You would think the story would end here. Well, the weeks went by. Each time I observed the beautiful color changes on Bobo’s stems, I would again reach for my book. Now her blooms were the color of the dancer’s skirt in The Star!
[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_empty_space height=”32px”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image border_color=”grey” img_link_target=”_self” image=”1674″ img_size=”300×437″ alignment=”center”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image border_color=”grey” img_link_target=”_self” image=”1675″ img_size=”300×437″ alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_empty_space height=”32px”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]Interesting, but I went on with my gardening. Then September came, and yes, Bobo was still full of flowers. Now, I was impressed and delighted. I looked at the color! I saw a gorgeous array of various salmon pinks, dark and light. And of course, I perused Degas’ paintings once again. There it was in Ballet Scene. Bobo had the same color and exuberant tutu of flowers.
[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_empty_space height=”32px”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image border_color=”grey” img_link_target=”_self” image=”1680″ img_size=”900×437″ alignment=”center”][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_single_image border_color=”grey” img_link_target=”_self” image=”1682″ img_size=”900×437″ alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_empty_space height=”32px”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/1″][vc_column_text]This season I’ll wait for a little breeze and enjoy Bobo dancing in my yard without running inside to my bookshelf.
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