Just Life

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.

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…