Spring Blooms

I am always ambivalent about plucking the flowers in my yard, especially when only one has bloomed, but it was cold today and the wind was fierce. I feared this beauty would lose her petals or that her stem would snap, so she got plucked and will finish out her life inside, brightening my table, my spirits. The least I could do was photograph her, chisel her sunset epitaph, write with colors her obituary.