there had to be a point in our species’ past when the first ape descendent picked an interesting mix of flora, held them in a fist, and offered them to a fellow ape descendent as a declaration–of admiration, or love, or thanks. somewhere in our dna there exists an appreciation for the bouquet. its shape fits into some neural receptor and we recognize it as beautiful, no matter what it’s made of. as a descendent of that descendent, i gathered these into a fist, and found them beautiful.
winter prairie weed and wildflower stems