Wild Helleborine
This orchid grows by our stone wall. Epipactis helleborine, the weed orchid. Each blossom is no bigger than a fairy's crown. The experience? Magical.
This orchid grows by our stone wall. Epipactis helleborine, the weed orchid. Each blossom is no bigger than a fairy's crown. The experience? Magical.

I could wax philosophical about the nature of our compulsion toward cuteness, how it's part of the atavistic machinery that helps us preserve our progeny. How aesthetic sensibility affords selective benefit. How beauty, so defined, is universal because it draws power from a common, ancient source.
But instead, I'll just succumb to the beauty of these two girls, Clementine and Rhubarb, aged nine weeks, and let you draw your own conclusions.