I think I mentioned somewhere that I love tulips. I love them even when they are more dry stalks than actual flowers. I actually think it is because they wither so quickly that I like them so much (because I have no affinity whatsoever for those house plants that are actually just leaves and that always look the same!). I need to hurry to enjoy them and even when they’re old and decrepit in my mind I can see the way they were and still find them pretty… I like to think it’s a philosophical lesson about life – but sadly, so far it only seems to work for flowers!
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