The arum lily is more down to earth than its alien architecture suggests. With roots in poorly drained, boggy soil or even water, it has moon garden impact in shadier corners, or bobby dazzles in full sun. And when the time is nigh, no other bloom fades away with such Pavlovic grace as these Zantedeschias.
Popular at weddings and funerals for their simple sophistication, I see them as the champions of wabi sabi:-
and in monochrome, there is a cold as marble elegance that we associate with the final decay
“With an inner voice the river ran,
Adown it floated a dying swan,
And loudly did lament”
Tennyson – The dying swan
DEVOTING THIS FIRST WEEK OF JULY TO FLOWER PORTRAITS