I thought this was rather good, if I do say so myself!
I’ll be the first to admit that it scares me to death when I think about it. I’ve written more than one morbid poem inspired by it. And when I hear or read: “It’s just a part of life,” I don’t feel any better about it. But there is something about it that’s very intriguing.
Perennials go through a stage called dormancy during winter, so they’re not really dead. Healthy and long-lasting old shrub roses seem to be immortal, I know of one that’s been around at least 150 years.
You don’t see many photographs of spent flowers, either annuals or perennials. I guess they might be considered ugly or unsightly, but are they really?
I usually wait until the first snows fly before I cut any of the dried brown stuff. Last year, the Jays were late getting to the sunflowers, so I left them standing through January. Sometimes…
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