At the last few days, the geranium flowers I picked from my father garden few weeks ago are been wilted.
It is been wilted since I began stitching the cloth flowers.
Each geranium flower is made up of many small units, so I spent few days stitching these small units.
Let's say it is not fascinating making one hundred of them, the skin of my fingers became stiff and heart when I am making more then five at once, it is very slowly too.
Stitching them made me feel desperate, regretting I began with it at first place.
This morning I already had enough to gather them into flowers.
My geranium branch seems to be dying so I took this photos for "immortalizing".
Then I noticed that there is new leaves growing up.
And it is even sending out new roots. I thought that when the flower are wilted the branch will pass away quickly.
Those new leave and root made me so happy, while I was into the small flowers stitching I didn't pay any attention for what is going on around me, unless it was being wilted, and suddenly what a surprise.
I think it is some kind of sign or something the plant trying to say, like: "hey, I am not only my flowers, you must look much more carefully in order to know who I really am and how I really feel, it is much more complicated then one can see at a glance".
I can remember many situations in my life I wanted to say that to others, don't you?
Meanwhile the first cloth flower was stitched together.
