What the flowers will remember

"The woods are full of wild anemones now, shall we go? no Darling, I didn't say wild enemas, I said wild anemones, flowers, hundreds of thousands of wild flowers all over the ground under the trees all the way up to the gazebo. They have no smell but they have a presence just like a perfume and quite as obsessive, I shall remember them all my life.

Are you going somewhere Darling?

Yes, going to the woods.

Then why do you say you will remember them all your life?

Because you are part of their memory and you are going to disappear, the anemones are going to blossom eternally, we are not."

—Leonora Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet