a lesson in aging.
…from tulips.
as pretty as they are cut fresh from the garden (I have been oohing and aahing over jane brocket’s harvest – start here and work backwards to see what I mean!), I think they get even prettier as they age.
I love the way their stems bend and twist – and as delicate as those stems look, they’re sturdy.
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| these are the same tulips I shared last week… now about ten days old |
the flowers seem to come alive – so open and expressive – as the petals spread, and then one by one, fall.
this is how I want to age – keeping my limbs strong even as they’re bent and hard to straighten…my face expressive and open…
5 Comments
Laurie
Beautiful post! I love tulips, right down to the way they smell and how you have to get your nose way down in there and full of pollen to really smell them. LOL! I'll look at them in a whole new light now, thanks to you. 🙂
Carole Knits
I agree that they age beautifully. Wonderful analogy!
Lydia
this is a wonderful philosophy, and i love the photo perspective too.
Anonymous
a tulip kind of day! 🙂 and a great way to grow older. beautifully put.
Honoré
lovely and wonderful essay. would that we all age so gracefully.