diversity of form
i picked this bouquet on a walk today. these are the final forms that have survived our northern winter. soon they will be overwhelmed by new life. it’s hard to believe such well earned intricacy will be so easily replaced. my 85 year old mother is in the hospital. i am having similar feelings about her life. so vibrant and singular. and yet, the world turns. winter lingers. and spring arrives.
details of a winter weed bouquet
Sorry to hear about your mum. I hope her stay in hospital is brief. I’m loving your blog….it helps keep me going.
Thank you so much Dianne. She’s home now and doing much better. Fingers crossed.
I’m thrilled you’re here, and flattered you love STILL. Comments like yours keep me going.
xo, Mary Jo