That little shot of green in the anemone petal?
"....return Sicilian muse
And call the vales, and bid them hither cast
Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Ye valleys low where the mild whispers use,
Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks,
On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks,
Throw hither all your quaint enameled eyes,
That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers,
And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Bring the rathe primose that forsaken dies,
the tufted crow-tow, and pale jessamine,
the white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet,
The glowing violet."
AND we ordered some vases that we imagined would make pretty arrangements and I'm kind of liking them.