Magic flowers

My desk overlooks a clump of these wild irises (dietes grandiflora). They open in the morning and have shrivelled up by night fall, only to be replaced by others the following morning. Impermanence.
I brought Molly's ashes home today in a beautiful clay urn; they took more care than they did with my mother's remains. She was returned in a crude wooden box.
Miss C's Surgery scheduled for the crack of dawn tomorrow.
Blessings to you all.