Right, it's a hydrangea.

But, even Thomas Moore knew that hydrangea wouldn't work itself gracefully into a line of poetry.

And besides, finding one rose alive and well while all its mates are preparing themselves to become sachet, wasn't easy.

Anyhow, don't know about you, but for me this image provokes a myriad of feelings.

Ready for my philosophical moment?

Nah.

But, I do imagine for some this does cause a moment or two of reflection…beginnings, endings, time to fertilize…