When the rose is faded

For some reason I kept the roses from the lovely bouquet my daughters sent me for Mother’s Day, several months back now. They are gradually drying out and I have grown quite attached to them. I think the colours are beautiful. Of course I could have cut them down a bit and arranged them better, but one touch and the petals fall, so I will leave them be.

I was going to try a macro, but then realised that the vase they are in was one I bought from the local potter in the village we stay in in Provence. I have bought a many pieces from her over the years, but this one that I bought last year is now my favourite.

When the rose is faded, 
Memory may still dwell on
Her beauty shadowed 
And the sweet smell gone.

Walter de la Mare