Dear Curiosity Journal,

I can no longer  pass by the flowers without some impromptu acknowledgment; a loving look or quiet comment about newly opened blooms. I’m bewitched by the combined characteristics of beauty and brevity. Percy Shelley’s poem, ‘The Flower That Smiles To-Day’ comes to mind. 

The flower that smiles to-day

To-morrow dies;

All that we wish to stay

Tempts and then flies.

What is this world’s delight?

Lightning that mocks the night,

Brief even as bright.

I hold these words to my heart as I gaze upon the flower gardens, pondering how the sex organs of plants have enraptured poets for centuries, causing us to pontificate on everything from vitality to mortality. If I spend the rest of my life as understudy to these blossoms, perhaps they will tell me the ancient secrets of life, love, beauty, and happiness.