Flowers die very well, and this flower ended up in our Blue Birdbath, either it was blown there or placed there by a woodland elf, the kind who make potholders and quilts. The flower has been  under water for a day or two, lots of storms here, and there is a brooding beauty to her, a color I have not seen before and captured by my hardy and faithful 100 mm. lens.

My birdbath is an art enabler.