The most perfect blue.

There is just nothing as beautiful as the blue of these flowers. I've tried to paint and draw them and there is no way to make them look beautiful as they do in real life. When I went out to water everything this morning, it was very overcast and some of the flowers had not fully opened. I love that. They remind me of little bats wings unfolding. And I was touched by a lone flower blooming among the fading and the fresh feverfew, and whatever that bedding plant it is I put in this summer that's popular at the moment, its jittery white blossoms poking out here and there. It has covered the oregano which is usually pushy enough to fight it's way through anything.