In Manor Kirk....

.....in their natural place, beneath the trees of the kirkyard outside, the slow dying of the spring flowers speaks of summer and autumn days beyond.  The context is drawn by the trees around them, buds swelling steadily to blooms.   The flowers themselves recede quietly back to the ground.  “Remember, O man, that dust thou art, and to dust thou shalt return.”    In the words of the old Ash Wednesday liturgy. 

Cut and brought inside, their connection with the cycle of death and rebirth is somehow severed too.    Their death infinitely more sad and hopeless........