Leaving aside chrysanthemums and other members of the compisatae family that go from fresh directly to stinky swamp water, there is a point when a vase of flowers which having been sinking past their prime turn start to wither gracefully, roses become crepey, take on a blown beauty, and where these freesias have dried to glassine crisp petals where the colour concentrates, and the litter of fallen racemes and flowers, the pollen dust suggest a homage to things past.