The risk with printing endings is that they can be a bit of a 'spoiler' I realise. Sorry!
The triumphant ending of yesterday's novel Grace Notes by Bernard Maclaverty won't, I hope, spoil this lovely novel for you if you have not read it before. The author makes you experience the world through the mind and the ears of a young composer....I reread this one every now and then.
I've not read this one, and don't remember how I came to find the opening lines:
A final sprig of flowering cherry among the white lilac and yellow jonquils, in a fat white jug...she stuck this in judiciously, filling in a peetern that needed just so much attention. Shouting 'Spring!' the jug sat on a small table in the middle of the room.
This rusty candle ring which I hang above the table on special occasions is a favourite thing.
Birch twigs now, and tiny flower shapes made of card,
glittery bits and gypsophila for Christmas 2012,
twinkling stars Christmas 2009, and at other times I use just ivy or some wild flowers, (though I've not photographed these, yet).