A Story
Silence
After the funeral, friends hugged James, They promised to deliver casseroles, arranged to do chores, shared memories of his lovely wife who had died just before her sixtieth birthday. His daughter assured him she'd call every day. His son encouraged him to come with him on holiday. Robert was glad to see his friend being supported.
Reluctantly, Robert returned home because the carer was due to leave. His wife was still sleeping. He mindlessly made a sandwich after noticing the message light wasn't flashing. Silence engulfed him. The lonely emptiness of caring for someone with dementia left him swaying precariously.
This little posey has quite a few dried roses - some regular size, some miniature. In the back are some ornamental onions that still have petals, some yarrow and some astrantia.
This is a more traditional collection of dried flowers. I didn't grow them. So there is strawflowers, statice, gomphrena, and a bit of wheat. I have in the past had good success growing gomphrena and the flowers keep their colour for a long time. Gomphrena usually comes in pink, red, and white.
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