the sunflowers stood tall in a mason jar on the table,
eventually stooping and growing tired,
making their withered way to a small porcelain dish,
we admired their frail and fragile beauty
Beauty
the sunflowers stood tall in a mason jar on the table,
eventually stooping and growing tired,
making their withered way to a small porcelain dish,
we admired their frail and fragile beauty
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So many stages of beauty to be admired, and this is such a loving tribute to all of them, Sylvia. I love this post, my friend, for many reasons.
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Thank you so very much Jet.
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lovely in all stages – flowers and people 🙂 ❤
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Yes, that’s true Jodi. Thank you.
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Too beautiful to compost! 🙂
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Exactly!
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So visual and descriptive. Your imagery of sunflowers fading is often the way I feel when something I’ve worked hard to accomplish ends up dying. Well written!
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Thanks so much.
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So meaningful!
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Thank you.
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