
And fuzzy. Because I admit I cropped it. But fuzzy enhances its fringe-y edges. And the center repeats, almost fractal-like, the outer parts. White, pink, white, pink. How do its genetics know just how many petal-y things to make? And how to modulate the color from that intense magenta to the gentler paler pink in the center?
One flower, a declaration of miracle.
Yes, just a hint of God’s love, when we stop to look and see. Bless you, Friend, for sharing it.