On the walk home from school today Rachel and her two BFFs and a younger sister started picking flowers from the grass verge and giving them to me. In holding them I made them into a little posey, a perfect formed posey of urban wildflowers.
In the five minutes of walking they collected:
Grass seed heads
Individually they were pretty, but together they were Enchantingly Elaborate.
I held these flowers knowing they'd wilt and become shadows of their former self in mere hours. I felt sadness is not being able to keep their beauty alive.
Had I forgotten that I don't live in the 1970s of my own childhood?
I had momentarily jettisoned out of the electronic age and ignored the camera in my pocket (go on friends, laugh at the rarity of this).
As I snapped a few photos of the posie I realised it was now everlasting, to remain forever as fresh and beautiful as when the girls selected them.
Ethereal. Elegant. Everlasting.