The last stalk of gladiolus has been cut. It sits by itself in a vase on the island in the kitchen. Standing alone, blooming its wonderfully peachy-pink and white flowers.
I could look at this gladiolus as "the last." Oh, sigh.
Or i could look at this gladiolus as "beautiful." Mmmmm.
Or i could see this gladiolus as both beautiful and the last.
Life.
Friday, September 19, 2014
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