On the passing of time – a photo for the day
Wolf | May 27th, 2010 - 14:18When we talk about the passing of time, we usually refer to an end that is on the horizon, rarely to youth before maturity, fulfilment before a promise or spring before the summer. Yet life creates its own death and in growing, an inevitable end is advancing.
To sense the passing of time throughout the year has always been very important to me. I love especially the periods when one season changes into another. Those times of departures are so full of promise of the imminent arrival of something new and exciting.
The laburnum in my garden has sprung up just a week ago and the marguerites are flowering for the first time this year. Right now, I enjoy the spring and I am awaiting another summer with its different smells and sounds. The ritual repeats itself as every season progresses and evolves into its successor.
From a handful of flower seed that I sprinkled a few years ago in one corner of my garden, the marguerites have moved and multiplied. She, the marguerite, is invasive but welcome. I find pleasure in the knowledge that the marguerites will accompany me through the summer and into autumn.
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