Dried Hydrangea and Rust

Macro photo of dried hydrangea flowers and an old, rusted galvanized pail in the garden, early morning light.

 

"I love you, little maid,"

Said the Sunbeam to the Shade,

As all day long she shrank away before him;

But at twilight, ere he died,

She was weeping at his side;

And he felt her tresses softly trailing o'er him.

- John. B. Tabb, 1899

Done