I don't think I can properly describe the sheer beauty of a budding flower. It represents so many things. One one hand, there is a layer of science, or new life, but of course it represents so much more symbolically. Spring is rebirth. Spring is starting over. Spring is a cleansing. Something about spring also represents hope to me. And I think of Alexander Pope's "Hope springs eternal," quote. And then I think, "Yes," Alexander it most certainly does.
And what about those tiny buds? I just can't help but gaze at these tiny buds- these pods- waiting patiently to bloom. Their counterparts beside them already blooming in solidarity. "Come on," they seem to whisper. "Come on out, the water is fine."
Ooooh, so lovely - a conversation among plants (“best buds”)! I like the thought that encouraging the other blooms to come on out, “the water is fine” is part of the plant’s rain and dew lingo. Getting it just right - - wading into spring. Becoming.
ReplyDeleteMorna, I love the thought that the flowers are talking to each other: "'Come on,' they seem to whisper." The photo looks like the open ones are trumpeting to them, but in a whisper. Lovely. And I agree with you and Pope, "Hope springs eternal."
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