It began with dead roses. I had this image of eyes covered with flowers and the first idea that hit involved using a dozen dead roses I've keep since my anniversary many, many months ago. They are lovely wrinkled flowers in shades of ivory and old Episcopal purple.When my kids began leaving home, I started letting flowers go through a full cycle, from moistly plump and colorful to crisp shrunken reminders of the past. Over time, I grew to love the end result as much as the beginning. I began to see aging as something beautiful, surprising, totally new. A good thing, too, since everything ages.
In the end, I scrapped the rose idea. I decided to go with these glorious zinnias.They are happy pink and purple faces I found in the shambles of my mid-August garden. Many of the stems stretch over five feet.
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