"... leaning down to inspect an iris, he possessed a gardener's watchfulness and did not appear to reel with wonder at this serenely formal flower, that its cape and collar opened out of a tightly packed bud, every part of it predestined and perfectly in place."
I found this description to be as beautiful as the flower. It's from Carol Shields' book Unless.
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