the older i get, the more i realise how much i need to reconsider my perceptions and embedded cultured understandings.
the whole notion of the ‘dead head’ in the flowering plant has been something i’ve grown up with from a child, and have continued to use it and adhere to it somehow as a gardener. why? leaving the Queen of the Night Black Tulips in the vase over the last three weeks tells me it’s very little to do with ‘dying’ and all to do with time and light and the next moment. this is nothing new. just a reminder.