A beauty hangs her head as if in shame.
With time weary limbs she feels her wonder fading...I see otherwise.
Scattered wisps of velvet, colours of a sunset.
Moisture depleting, scent still clinging.
Muddling together with snow white granules.
Tucked away to spread her delight to some morsel; some delicacy.
My girl adorning her with pride.
We made rose sugar from a recipe in the sublime Limoncello and Linen Water by Tessa Kiros. Beautiful petals were dried then mixed with sugar and squirrelled away in a jar. We have plans for rose scented Madeleines....