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Monday, November 28, 2022

The Beauty of Dead Flowers



In the past few days the temperature has taken a dive, snow has fallen, and my garden has gone from the gold and rusty reds of late fall to the brittle browns of not-yet-winter. 


There is a stark beauty to the end of the season. Without the distraction of brilliantly colored petals (and the attendant bees, flies, wasps, beetles, butterflies, caterpillars, spiders, and birds) I can see the underlying structure: the cones that held the individual flowers; the prickles and hairs on stems and leaves.






I can enjoy the beauty in the curves of the leaves…























Seedpods split, filled with seeds ready to fall at any moment …

















The details of seeds waiting to lift off in the breeze…











What was once order is now all about letting go. 

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful. Thanks for the reminder that each season presents us with beauty.

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