187/366 Roses of Yesterday
When it came to flowers and elegance, my mother was unmatched. Her arrangements–always–were a delightful meeting of color, line, and space, that to me, symbolized her “oneness” with nature.
Of all her arrangements, my favorites were the single blooms she placed in glass bowls. Even as a child, these held magic–a kind of floating beauty–seemingly suspended by air and water. To me, it was perfection, before even I knew what the word meant. I just knew it was special.
It somehow does not have quite the same effect when I do it–but I do know that it does allow me to pause and find the magic again if only for a moment or two.
“I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.”
― L.M. Montgomery,
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For today: Roses of Yesterday