Flowers Left Behind

I've fallen in love with moth mullein these past few weeks. Mullein likes the habitat in my vegetable garden, so dozens of plants spring up there. I keep transplanting them to various flowerbeds, or i give them away.

After the heavy rains last week beat down the long tall stalks of flowers, i harvested the stalks lying flat on the ground and brought them indoors.

Now they drop their flowers, one by one, onto the kitchen floor.

We, too, drop the flowers of our lives behind us.

People don't remember what you said, 

but they remember how you made them feel.

May we leave only the traces and fragrance of flowers behind us.