How can you not give your whole heart to the unlikely miracle of the day lily, a flower, as we learned from Superstorm Sandy, that takes fully two years to form and then, in one magnificent thrust of proud determination and exorbitant beauty, pops open in mere minutes to reveal itself to happy pollinators in waiting, only to completely wither away with the setting of the sun?
Of course, if nobody’s there to catch its astonishing display of frills and filigree, wondrous colors and welcoming outstretched petals, it could come and go with no more notice than that of the attending bumblebees, its years of patient effort all for naught, its resplendent, twelve-hour display never seen. Which is why, I suppose, I try so hard to catch them at their best and share them with all of you. After all, as my friend Jesus said, “…Not even Solomon, in all his glory, was arrayed like one of these.”
Like I said, little botanical miracles, and, like Jesus said, “Not even Solomon…”
Sending with love and gratitude.
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