During the spring our eyes are naturally drawn to signs of new life, but somehow yesterday it was the signs of the past that caught my attention. I was fascinated by the structure of the skeletonized remains of an unknown flower, whose beauty has long ago faded into a lace-like form that reminded me of a butterfly.
Beauty and fragility—an appropriate metaphor for our lives.
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A thoughtful post, Mike. I, too, sometimes find my eye drawn to the unique beauty of the remains of flowering plants that are well beyond their blossoming phase.
Cool pic, maybe in another month or so you can find a fresh one and do a side by side comparison.. 🙂
That’s a single hydrangea blossom. They go through a “stained glass window” phase.
Thanks for the identification, Allen. I don’t think there is any way I would have been able to figure out what plant it was.