As I pull the silk out of the last fennel bath of the season, I am reminded of how fleeting it all is. Fading flowers of spring promise to be back next year, but each cycle yields new and surprising results. Constancy in nature is tempered by the fragile aspect of humanity.
The final colors yielded by fennel and euphorbia are soft and muted, such a contrast to their spring vibrancy, when the plant was young and fresh.
Yet the faded colors of a spent bloom remain beautiful, even in their faded glory. Soft and quiet,
the colors have a strength not defined by saturated pigment but rather by constancy. This is a record of the burst of spring given to us each year, and the shifting beauty that is part of every cycle. I realized, taking the silks off the line, that these were my winter whites, a breath of possibility added to the months ahead.