Getting to know my lilac sprig and other greens.

Having loved the smell of lilac but not wanting to cut them off a bush, I rejoiced at seeing some in a brush pile. I pulled over to the side of the road, cut myself some and brought them home. How I loved the smell in my kitchen! Then they began to close up and fade away. Time to throw them away....
   I was stopped from just putting them in my kitchen trash bag, they really wanted to be put out with the grass clippings, etc in the "yard waste" bin. O.K. They shared the feeling they have lying amongst their fellow green. I couldn't blame them, it was a very good feeling, so rich and well, green......I had interrupted their journey to bring them in, enjoy their smell and use them as a prop for a photo, but they really wanted their journey to continue now as it was meant for them, to be with their friends.
  Along with them were some flowers and greens left from a bouquet I was given out of a grocery store. I tapped into them. They didn't care where they went. They were commodities, just like everything else in the store, from their perception, their belief. They felt they belonged in with plastics. They shared with me their initial confusion upon being placed with the greens. Then they shared with me their feeling of being reminded of their green origins and ultimately the good feeling the lilacs had shared with me, of the comfort of laying amongst the greens.
  Everything has a story, it seems.....