When blossom petals fly away they float along in the sky, the breezes blow so some fly high, the rain comes soaking that same day and other petals wash away.
So now less is visible but still I know the petals have a place to go. A good number of them are seen again landing in a different place, being mulch for little plants: a blossom cover on the ground to warm the earth and protect the young, to wrap around and bring gentle goodness abounding.
The way I see the changing winds, the petals 'whoosh' to greater things. Their purpose was protecting buds so now the fruit is growing plump, the harvest brings us greater good as nature knows the seasonal ways nourish and nurture our everydays.
(Written November 28, 2017 with Kolkwitzia, as all fairy-bell blossoms fall)