This past Thursday some of my plans went awry and I found myself at home with four days off. So Derek and I did what we do best. We walked. We are good walkers us two. I brought my camera along because I mean... well you know and snapped up some of the bloomage that has graced our tiny town. I feel like I have a bigger appreciation for it this time round.
The thing is this year I have noticed just how quickly these flowers come and go. I don't know why I didn't notice it in years past and I'm actually a bit embarrassed to admit that this is new to me. I had this idea in my head of a permanently purple flowered tree that stays all summer long, but it doesn't exist! One day the daffodils are here and then the next they are gone. I even asked Derek... Are you sure there is no purple flowered tree that just stays for months? Has it always been like this? Really? Daffodils only last two weeks? That's so sad. I was walking home from work the other day with the mind set of my trip and plans being set and saw that the flowers on the tree had finally bloomed. I actually thought, Oh no! I'm going to miss it all. I'll return and the flowers will have fallen. This might sound a little extreme but I really do look forward to these things all through the icky winter. And to think, if my plans had gone accordingly I might have missed it. I could have gone and returned and missed the whole thing! So today I will take a long walk and celebrate that the flowers have bloomed. I will enjoy them while they are here. I will mourn for them when they are finished. I will be so thankful for my time with them. And I will miss them when they are gone.
Happy Memorial day.