I feel happy and sad

I feel happy and sad when I look at a bouquet of flowers. As much as I like the beauty, when petals start to fall, I feel sad their life is ending.

I have always been guilty of anthropomorphising things. As a little girl I used to apologise to the paper butter was wrapped in when it had to be binned. It had done its job and then it was discarded. Or I would feel sorry for old socks that had holes, because they must hurt when my grandmother (Dar) mended them.

Thus I never bin an entire bouquet, but as each flower dies, throw it out. I rearrange the remaining flowers as best I can making them last as long as possible.