Look at those mauve-y petals speckled with the colors of a luscious cabernet sauvignon.
This hydrangea flowerhead not quite past its prime was too exquisite to toss in the trash.
There is beauty in old things if we pay attention.
And a day older…
And a couple days later, almost completely dry while still retaining elegance and charm…
I recall this sonnet by Shakespeare which makes me realize that I actually DID pay attention in class, at least that one day…
That time of year thou mayst in me behold (Sonnet 73)
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud 
I love the Sonnets. Used to have a leather volume which I kept with me for years. The Sonnets are soothing.
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What a great way to describe them. Soothing, I agree, but this one is sad, too. Poor flower.
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