05/16/2026
I think tulips hit peak beauty about 10 days after harvest — these blooms are well over a week old, and I’m captivated by the ways they’ve taken on the patina of age and experience in that time. 🍂 They were harvested, then transported to market, then took a bumpy ride home in my truck, rearranged on a windy day into buckets for workshops, schlepped back to the Cities, picked over and left behind, sat in my cooler for 5 days, and then hauled out for this swan song. They’re not perfect anymore, thank god.
I recently texted about how I love the feeling of small scrapes and bruises after a hard work week. I love feeling *weathered* by my work, wearing the effort of this life on my body. (She responded that she’s feeling a little *too* weathered at the moment, which — fair.)
And I’m remembering a conversation with my stepmom last summer, about not wanting to go down the often-slippery slope of using cosmetic procedures to mask her age, like so many of her peers do. To which I said (she’s an avid antique-er) — of course, wouldn’t you rather a piece of furniture or art where you can see its story?
Anyways, feeling weathered by May in a good way, but check back in in July because my tune might’ve changed. And feeling grateful for the bumps and bruises, the ever-more-plentiful grey hairs, the body that doesn’t move as effortlessly or recover as quickly as it did 10 years ago. What a gift to get a little older and have some things to show for it!
Once-perfect blooms, now perfectly at the end of their lives, from .flora and ✨
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