There’s irony that we use florals as a way of marking great events in our lives. Events we perceive as life changing. Events we INTEND to be life changing. And we mark them with magnificent florals at the peak of their brilliance with full knowledge that that brilliance will fade.
… so we’ll just buy more, right? Roses grow back. And life changing events are followed by more life changing events, often changing the outcomes of those events that passed before it. Ain’t no thing, just move on!
No … no … surely I misspeak (damn liberal). Roses grow back and may reinforce that life changing event, thus legitimizing an approach to life that is unchanging. An unbroken sense of ‘normal’. A worldview that is forever. A rose that sits sacrosanct in its vase to lamentations as the brilliance inevitably crumbles.
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I lapse into a wonderful Nicole Atkins song (click to follow the link).
All my life I have had to learn to do things differently. To see the world differently.