The family called him “Carm”. He was my son in law’s Father; a quiet, seemingly shy, intense mechanical engineer and successful businessman. What I loved most was listening to Carm talk about “his garden”. He was passionate about a green house, built with his own hands, at the back of his home. There, he spent endless hours patiently pollinating and nurturing exotic strains of flowering Iris. Carm’s understanding of pollens, derived from the anthers of flowering plants, enabled him to create many uniquely colorful flowers. He was particularly pleased with his lovely “Marguerita”. I painted it to honor the outcome of his labor and love. Why it was given this name isn’t known. Beauty has many names, however, and this was Carm’s.