Because … well … I love green!
I realize that, for some, this might be a Wednesday night camellia instead, but here in my corner of earth it’s afternoon so there you go. I absolutely love these kinds of camellias and this plant was amazing. (Perhaps you can see that there are actually three camellias in this image?!)
Pink Camellia and Leaves, 3.5.20
I don’t know if readers remember, but a few weeks back I posted an image of a tree with great leaf color. Since then I’ve walked past that tree again. And the change between April 19 (first two photos) and 27 is pretty amazing. Just today someone in a plant ID group asked for the ID of this tree, so now I know it is the Fagus sylvatica, also called the European beech or tri-color beech. I call it astounding beech.
Redbud Leaves and Blossoms, 4.7.20
I meant to post this poem with the image last night, but neglected to do so. I’m not a great poet, but it helps me process things sometimes.
Sorrow comes sneaking in the door again
attempting to wrap its arms around me.
I resist, I turn away, run quickly.
But sorrow is persistent, not caring
that I will continue to say “No thanks,
Not yet. Not now. Perhaps another day.”
Sorrow is relentless, it has no cares
and knows no boundaries, it refuses
to stay six feet away, it breathes on me,
hugs me hard and shares its viral spittle,
grabs me by my hurting heart, knocks me down,
and blankets me with an ache that won’t stop.
Sorrow demands attention. I refuse.
Take your blanket, sorrow, and let me be.
I am not your servant. I am not yours
at all. I will fight you to the death and
that death will be yours, even if I should,
unwillingly, join in that final ride.