Filled right to the brim, the old container with the black wooden handle takes on new life and purpose. Because even though these former beauties have seen their day, their softly fading fragrance is still strangely potent. And the crockery holds them strong, giving full permission for these pale pastel gems to gain a bit more life, their perfume sweetly melding with the freshly mowed grass in the sunstrewn breeze ...
Yes, there's still an alluring attraction, a surprising purpose, an untold elegance to blooms that are languishing just a bit. This, yet another lesson tucked away deep in my soul.
