Stolen Gold

Greenish yellow Dill and little yellow weeds from the
ditch just outside our yard soften and charm this bouquet.

Zip!  Just grabbed that idea and tucked it in my pocket before anyone noticed. I love yellow--yellow anything, so on the way out of our local market, passing the floral section, I snatched the idea of an all-yellow bouquet.  It was sitting on the counter, freshly arranged with large, open umbels.  The whole image smacked my upside the head.  That's when I stole it.

Special guests were coming for dinner all the way from the East Coast, and a bouquet of fresh Western cheer was the greeting I wanted for them. Fortunately, early last spring, a little bird knew this and planted a sunflower seed next to the fence.  Various other golden beauties had self-sewn and were now in bloom.  It took only a moment to gather them up.  Why is everything so easy in the Things I get to do today?

Why is Everything SO delicious and easy?

Beauty and Elegance to the End

Curls of crocosmia

Crocosmia doesn't last forever.  The blooms last a long time from first explosion to last bump that flowers on the stem, but not forever.











However, today as I was sweeping up the spent flowers in front of the fireplace bouquet, part of the Things I get to do today, it was clear that wilting a bit, drooping on the vine, letting go of the life-giving stem, and finally, drying up were not things that prevented beauty from continuing to shine forth.  So elegant, so exquisite, even to the end.  Oh, to live and to pass like a flower!