Monday, April 19, 2010
On the Ephemeral Nature of Spring Beauty
I love hiking, and I especially love hiking in the early spring, when the ephemerals, those transient woodland blooms that last such a brief time, are flowering.
But every year it seems like there's some reason why I miss hiking during this season.
Some years it's the weather, others it's the press of other duties taking up all my time.
This year it was my ankle, which I sprained while in New York. Thanks to my hiking buddy Pauline, though, I did manage to get out once.
Robert Herriott (1591-1674) wrote:
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
He may have lived 400 years ago, but Herriott's words still ring true today.
Because wildflowers' are not the only lives that are fleeting.