A hard frost came last night to take our last flower, a bright red Dahlia, away. Flowers, like autumn leaves, know how to die well. When I saw the frost on our last red dahlia, I ran to get the Leica before the sun melted the ice.

I’m sorry to see our flowers go. I’m already looking forward to spring. I’d rather love a flower than mourn a flower, and even in death, this dahlia is beautiful.