Okay, this has to confirm my subconscious preoccupation with aging right now, I'm sure of it.
I was working away in the garden at Struan Farm cleaning up dropped camelias that litter the lawn this time of the year, and found these incredibly beautiful blooms:
I know, past their prime, but aren't they spectacular? Not sure if it's the shape of the flower, the contrast between the bright pink and caramel colors, or the thought of faded beauty itself that makes these so special, but they do speak to me.
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