a beautiful mess
the delphiniums i posted almost two weeks ago dropped the last of their petals onto my kitchen floor this weekend. and what a beautiful mess they left behind. more and more, i love the spent debris of flowers, after they have started to die back, more than the peak form of the flowers themselves. the swirls of purples and blues in this photo have me captivated in a way similar to how a Monet painting can. i am enthralled.
spent delphinium flowers
Like a word or thought on the tip of the tongue, this photograph almost brings something to mind. A memory? I’m not sure. It feels both strong and fleeting. And now I think of my grandmother, who died in 1981. (She was the best gramma ever.)