The petals fall from a bouquet of delphiniums. The flowers are past their best, but the petals fall in a random beauty that I simply can't discard just yet. I find the mundane beauty of the fallen blue and violet...slowly fading to grey...exquisite.
it could just be a piece of rusted iron on some weather-worn brick.
or perhaps a remnant of a time gone by...
but maybe, just maybe...
it's art, installed on the street.
just looking for an appreciative eye.
I lead a pretty normal life with most of the mundane chores that women have, but one thing I feel lucky that I can always fit in my day... time for just me, and no agenda. This is the beautiful thing about the empty nest.