On Aging Well
As usual, I found it impossible to leave my leftover flowers at home while I sit in a beige and grey cubicle, so I brought them to work to enjoy their beauty, and inevitably, watch them wilt.
When I came in this morning, the red peonies, yesterday having faded slightly to a more magenta hue (one even is nearly purple with white streaks), had lost a handful of petals. There is a scattering of petals on the floor that look more like feathers than petals. The soft cluster where they dropped on the desk amazes me - I look at the blossom and swear there can’t be so many petals having fallen off when so many are still firmly attached.
Again, I wonder at the lives of flowers.