After the people went inside, the flowers remained in the earth where they belong.
And silent beauty crept across the land.
This is a fragment I wrote on 28 March 2020 and found in my notebook this week. I’ve paired it with this photo of wildflowers and olive trees, which I found on my phone. I can’t remember where it was and there’s no location marker on the photo, so I’m guessing it was in Spain or Greece because of the olive trees.
I was reminded of the fragment I’d written because I bought a bunch of flowers this week to brighten my flat. Which reminded me of my Nanna.
My Nanna didn’t like bunches of cut flowers. She always said that she thought flowers should be left in the ground where they belong. So, I’m sorry, Nanna. And I hope you forgive me for this bunch of cheerfulness.
I love how you begin your memory with words from the past also... very beautiful everything 🍂
Wonderful words, absolutely beautiful photos too.