Hosted by Cecily and Lolli
Not a terribly exciting story to go with this picture.
I don't do flowers. I have enough trouble remembering to look after myself, let alone any kind of house plant. I operate a sort of 'death row' for vegitation. They come to my home with such hope and promise only to be cruelly denied their most basic of needs. The only time I really remember to water them is when they're already past the point of no return.
That where this dead Narcissus bloom was when I notcied it on the windowsill. I liked how the light filtered through the papery petals, giving them an almost see through qaulity. At least this flower can rest in the knowledge it died for art's sake.