The river of life only flows forward.... but this blog includes posts from the past too - from the original Metaphoratorium,The Puzzled Dragon and The Arts Attic. Little notes, photos and artwork by Mad Mar (Mistryel) Walker
Eventually , the plants the blooming plants will drop their petals. I remember my one and only stay on Nantucket. I stayed a week, slept on the floor of some couple's living room. There was a giant wooden bowl on an old table by the window filled with petals that had fallen off various flowers. They dried but still retained so much color, still retained so much fragrance. I had never seen that done before. And Nantucket has so many roses. I was thinking of that bowl when I made this.