i thought this narcissus flower looked like one of those swing seat rides at the state fair that spin people around a pole from a rotating hub, like helicopter blades. in the process of trying to find a name for this kind of ride, i found out that such rides date back to byzantium. who knew that a spring bulb in a pot in my window would lead me so persistently back into the ancient world. narcissus and byzantium in one afternoon. all i know is that, historical significance or not, you will never get me on a swing carousel. even one as pretty as a paper white flower head.
spent paperwhite bloom