A jug of dusty miller and field Scabious.

We have waited eagerly for the Lord; he is our help and our shield. For in Him our hearts are glad, because we have trusted in His holy name. Let thy unfailing love, O Lord, rest upon us, as we have put our hope in thee.

Psalm 33 : 20 – 22
All in a jug these stems with their own bends and turns support explosions of candy yellow and pink. I last used this jug in the post Hops, Teasels and puffed up orange Zinnias.
While cutting back stinging nettles and pulling out weeds in the hidden patch these stems of dusty miller were cut off
Field scabious in pink and then beside it with work all done, seeds released for another year, you can see in delicate cream and green the structure that once supported the future of this plant.

“Whether you listen to a piece of music, or a poem, or look at a picture or a jug, or a piece of sculpture, what matters about it is not what it has in common with others of its kind, but what is singularly its own.”

Basil Bunting. Basil Bunting was a British modernist poet born 1900 died 1985. Bunting suggested that you read his poems for their audio value.
Chomei at Toyama is one of his poems but it is quite depressingly sad.

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