a blossom passing fair

from a line by william shakespeare in one of his sonnets....a blossom passing fair.

my favorite pale green cotton stemmed millinery flowers, tiny composite buds, velvet blossoms line up their stems. embroidered with hand dyed threads on a linen ground.

in the evening felicia would don her blossomed bonnet tied with a large bow beneath her chin and stroll hand in hand with eugene under the sycamore trees.