This blog has been very quiet of late in regards to my garden…it has been much too quiet. The many winter months turn into more winter months, which…well, you know what I mean. However, today the weather was perfect, and my backyard was calling to me! I couldn’t resist. I had to give in. Here is my story:
I guess it all started a few days ago… I had my camera with me and for some reason it had the zoom lens attached. I don’t know why. It just did. I could try to think back as to the reasoning behind this, but I am afraid that my mind would spin.
As I was walking from my garage into the house, I decided to take a quick visual span of my garden. It wasn’t something I intended to do. It just happened without thought or consideration.
And then I saw it. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I wasn’t even asking for it. I blinked. I rubbed my eyes. Could what I was seeing be real? And then, I realized. YES! It WAS real! My first Angel Trumpet of the season! When did this lovely specimen appear and how could it do so without my knowledge? I couldn’t believe it. But, it was true! It was really true!
Then, almost without thinking, I grabbed the camera in my purse and took several nervous shots of the lovely specimen with none other than the zoom lens that was conveniently attached to my camera body. I did this knowing FULL WELL that I would get a much better shot with the macro. But, I couldn’t help myself. I had to start shooting then and there, as if my life depended on it and as if it would vanish into thin air at any moment. (Plus, I was just too lazy to go into the house and get it the macro lens.)
So, my friends, I present evidence of my brief act of passion. I share this with you so that my act of rashness will not have been in vain and that I can be held accountable in the future.
As I reflect upon this experience I am taken by the fact that this wonderful creation believed it to be late spring, as they typically reveal their beauty during that time. I do not scoff it for that. No, I do not. For I see beauty in things flawed. In things a little peculiar. In things that burst forth when nothing else does. That aren’t driven by doing things because “everything else does.” Who are beholden to no one. On the contrary. I celebrate it’s uniqueness and boldness to be different.
I have learned a great deal from this little marvel. From it’s boldness of character and resolve. I realize that impulsive behavior often does not work out so well. It did in my case, and I am thankful. And, to be honest, I have to admit that I am really glad I did it. I am really glad. It will take some time for me to completely recover from this experience, but I believe it was worth it.
And, in the process, as I drew near to that wonderful specimen of nature, I also learned that I really need to pull some weeds and pick up the dog poop from the lawn.