Watching flowers evolve (or die!) is something I enjoy the marvel of - leaving them in the vase to fully, voluptously, delicately express their all - well as far as a flower can, that has been snipped and (artfully, of course!) arranged into a vase in a house.
The texture, the colour and the form all metamorphose into a glorious, fragile yet powerful, exquiste 'spentness'...may we all hold the courage within us to be able to do the same!
[this rose is one from the same vase from Saturday just past]
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