I took two of this clump of pink and purple Phlox in our garden. This, the first one, had that sprig of Tarragon sticking out like an umbrella over the pink blossoms. For the second take, I moved the Tarragon out of the way.
I like this one much better. Why? The natural chaos makes more sense to me, and to my Karen Sue, than the “ordered” one where I intruded.
There’s even some doubt whether this is Tarragon or Cilantro. Karen says she’s now thinking that’s what this is.
No matter to me. It’s the composition that matters, illustrating even further, that Nature’s chaos has it’s own beauty.