(If anyone’s wondering why on earth I am posting twice in one day, chalk it up to wanting to hang out with online friends. Or else my general chatterbox nature. Either reason will do and be true besides. We will return to the usual rhythm next week.)
It’s time for Flwrjane’s Flowers in the House. Except, my flowers didn’t feel like coming inside.
I love white roses when they start to distort, show pink spots, crumple.
But the closest they got to the house, for quite some time, was the front lawn.
Because for all the evocative detail of rot, for all the metaphor of time and life and passing Sunday afternoons, with browning petals come bugs. And there’s very little romance in aphids skittering across a kitchen counter.
Go take a look here at what I expect are infinitely better behaved flora, sheltering neither creepies nor crawlers, and therefore made welcome in houses everywhere.