"The moving finger writes;
and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it."
----from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.
I am especially appreciative of this verse as the transient wonders of spring again amaze with their splendor and then are gone as "life moves on".
As magnolias, forsythias and red buckeyes brighten our yard, spring beauties dot the meadow and the Dutchman's breeches are beginning to decorate the floor of our woods. Amid all this I most look forward to the trout lillies.
In dense shade, their foliage first pierces the leaf litter with sharp leaves of dull green splashed with a unique brownish purple. Once these camouflage-like leaves are up and spread, each plant sends up just one bloom---a slender stalk topped with a half inch long pendant lilly-like white flower with soft yellow stamens at the center. They literally bloom and are gone for another year within a week.
In my 73 year old mind, trout lillies not only epitomize spring, they caution us not to take today's blessings for granted. Life is being "writ" by that "moving finger" and it WILL "move on".
Carpe diem, y'all.
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The crocuses and daffodils bloom in the same spot every year and now waiting anxiously for the hummingbirds to return. I love your post,
beautiful
You're as old as you think. Spring makes us young again and again.
I looked up trout lilies. They are gorgeous.
Here, the Indian Paintbrush show up first.
And then the mule-ear daisies. Why mule-ear? The first fuzzy leaves look like mule ears.
and COMING SOON (but not right away) the daisies themselves. So intricate.
Have a great day!
I writ and move on.