I’ve taken pictures of three or four similar white flowers on my walks. Very close, but with subtle differences. The first one I posted a few days ago. This one seems less like a lapel flower and more like a carefully crafted broach. One wonders what the petals are made of. And is that a cluster of tiny jewels in the center? What artistry. But this is only on the edge of a small ocean of them. One could plant this flower in an un­pre­pos­ses­sing garden and have thousands of them, each as perfect as the next, until their season was done. Look now they say. Look, but do not forget. Look at this one. That one. How to make sense of such profusion? Such chaotic beauty emerging from an ordinary plant. Not an orchid in all its finery, but a thousand orchids in ordinary perfection.