Yes, I do notice that, especially when I see a single flower laid on a grave. In my work I’ve found that lilies, for example, are almost always chosen for summer burials because they’re tied to the idea of purity and remembrance. Each bloom is almost like a small index card—its species, its season, its symbolic meaning all tell a story about the place and the people who buried the dead. So a single blossom can be a very precise echo of the place it comes from, almost like a miniature archive that the earth keeps.