<Huh?>

Ok, some explanation. I save stuff. Sentimental stuff. I have a huge box full of old letters and notes. I save ticket stubs. For years I have saved dried flowers. At first I saved every flower I ever got, as they were a rarity. Most of them were carnations, with one or two roses mixed in. Eventually, I weeded out all the non-rose flowers, and had a large vase full of dried roses.

It sat high up on a shelf.I can no longer remember which came from friends and family, which were from lovers, and which I bought myself. The pinks and reds grew browner and browner in time.

As I am moving in one week, I am sorting through my stuff: packing, tossing, donating. I came across the vase of dried buds and thought, "Oh Cripes, how the hell do I pack this?" The truth be told, I didn't want to. It was starting to look dusty and morbid in a Miss Havisham sort of way. Out they go.

The trash can didn't seem right. Neither did the compost heap. Then it occurred to me that I still have a fireplace, and it is a rather cool night. Dried stuff is flamable, I like burning stuff (with in reason), and roses would smell like inscence, right? Well, a pile of dried roses might look flamable, but getting them to catch is a bit of a trick. Not much of an inscence smell either. Mostly just a general smoke smell. Ah well.

One less bit of stuff to clutter up my life and my space.