A garden of memory

Since my parents are moving house, a lot of packing had to be done over the course of the last few months. Also, a lot of winnowing had to take place. For me, this included throwing out my old, dried flower bouquets. Before I did so (them looking sad and undignified on the compost heap) I photographed them. It is mostly the memory we wish to keep, not the thing itself. Without explanations or further ado: some memories.