An End of Spring Thanks
Nasturtiums are my favorite flower. Growing up on Potrero Hill in San Francisco we had an entire front yard full of them. I can remember at four years old and my mom and I used to suck nectar from the backs of the flowers and put them in salads to eat. For me they are a time capsule back to another time and world where Art Nouveau never truly faded away and we still visit the far off wonders of the Orient in Lighter than Air Ships.