Flowers

Just wanted to record the flowers from mum's service before they head for the compost.

Faded Flowers - James Allen

A simple gift of half dead flowers,
As though the giver’s pleading eyes would say,
Let me of Life's Eternal Waters drink.
And l shall look with gladness on the day;
Once more my fading eyes shall see the light,
My pale lips take a deeper, warmer hue,
My wan cheeks find the roundness they have lost,
My poor hands drop the rosemary and rue. 


The Heavenly Reason strives not, but it is sure to conquer. It speaks not, but it is sure to respond. It summons not, but it comes of itself. It works patiently, but is sure in its designs. Heaven's net is vast, so vast. It is wide meshed, but it loses nothing.
— Lao Tze