This morning the Son-In-Law [SIL] Person showed me a picture the Daughter Person took last weekend with her cell phone camera of a pasque flower blooming in our back yard. The flower is from a plant I planted last year after chasing around for several years prior trying to find a wild one in bloom so I could photograph it. Seemed like I was always in the right place at the wrong time or vice versa, so I finally broke down and cheated. Sometimes nice guys finish first and sometimes cheaters win, at least this one would if he could get his own photo of the blossom.
back yard basque flower
Photo by J. Harrington
Later in the morning I went out to get my picture of our pasque flower in bloom. I couldn't find the blooming plant in the area of the south facing, dry soil site that still had plastic stakes remaining from last year's planting effort. I came into the house fussing and fuming and muttering at having missed the chance again this year, even with a plant right under my nose. Then, as the Daughter Person appeared, the Better Half, displaying a level of common sense that frequently eludes me, suggested I (told me to) ask where the plant in the photo was located. Turns out the photographed flower was about 10 to 15 feet behind where I stood looking at the other plantings. The good news is I now have my photo. The bad news is I've once again proven what an impatient, absent-minded, damn fool I can be. Sigh! I suspect the dogs and the family are only too aware of my shortcomings and I'm the one needing the occasional reminder. Ah well, Spring is always a new beginning, right? Evidence of that can be found in the snow drops and other plants, such as Scilla, emerging in the front flower garden.
Scilla flower buds
Photo by J. Harrington
A Late Spring Day in my Life
Robert Bly
A silence hovers over the earth:
The grass lifts lightly in the heat
Like the ancient wing of a bird.
A horse gazes steadily at me.
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