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
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.