Flowers, in the Rocks

If you've still not eaten your first flower, Indiana Public Media has a suggestion for you. Thanks to my colleague, Megan, for bringing this to my attention.

There's something at once elegant and creepy about these frozen flowers. They remind me of this woman who, down the road from my childhood home, ran a flower preservation business out of her small red house called "Flowers Forever." I grew up on a dead-end country road that curved along a river valley. There was no through-traffic; not exactly an ideal place for a business.

I can only assume Flowers Forever was the kind of place you would seek out. There are times in life when suspended-animated flowers are just what you're after.