Cabbage flower, deconstructed

Cabbage flower head | Wolves in LondonCabbage flower dying | Wolves in LondonCabbage flower stalk | Wolves in LondonDead leaf tip | Wolves in LondonDeconstructed cabbage flowerNo, not the name of the winning dish in a Masterchef final, but rather my growing obsession with endlessly photographing lovely dead crap.

There is a new market stall at the end of our road selling flowers on Saturdays and Sundays for pretty bargainous prices and I just can’t resist when I walk by.

I bought a nice bouquet a few weeks ago, including a single stem of a purple cabbage flower. I’m a big fan of the cabbage flower (I had one in my homemade wedding bouquet even) and I can never resist buying one if I see them.

This one lasted for a week or so, and then the leaves started to turn brown, shrivel up and drop off. But still, I couldn’t contemplate parting with it, because it became even more beautiful than before. Just look at these amazing veined patterns! The transition from purple to brown! The way the leaves have curled up as they’ve dehydrated!

I told myself I might as well hold onto the leaves until I had taken a photo, but now that I’ve done that, where will they go? Currently, there is just a big pile of brown dead leaves sitting in front of the TV. Not, it must be said, displaying them to their best purposes.

The hubby keeps trying to put them in the bin, but I feel sure I could use them for something. Something. But just what?!

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Lovely dead crap

Dying flower | Wolves in LondonIt’s possible I’ve become a little bit too obsessed with dying flowers.

My housework abilities are a little on the lax side (I say, with some element of understatement) so it is pretty much guaranteed that if I have flowers in my house at any point, I will spend a good fortnight with dying flowers in my house.

In other words, at most points in time there is a little collection of decaying flowers sitting around somewhere.

Dying flower | Wolves in London

Luckily for me, I’m completely entranced by the process of watching a flower slowly decay and shrivel away to nothing. So much so that I couldn’t help get a few photos of this one, shedding petals and turning brown in my hallway.

Dying flower | Wolves in London

If you share this slightly odd penchant, check out the hashtag #lovelydeadcrap on Instagram. There are some beauties there to steal your heart right away from fresh living plantlife.