There is beauty...

... in the slightly menacing heart of a flower, brimful of pollen and darkness.

... in the way stamens and pistil fuse together, exposed and laden with stickiness.

... in delicate colours, pink and grey blue made strong by the cluster. Edible, juicy, like a crown.

Developing tree pollen allergy days before going to Kew Gardens can't be called good timing. I still had an incredibly beautiful day, surrounded by flowering trees, and colours green, purple, yellow, blue, pink, white. Birdsong.
There was a flowering plum tree under which laying down for a rest was a gift.
Much beauty and much joy, and my body behaved remarkably well.