I’m seeing these everywhere today. These are always the first wildflowers I see bloom in the spring, here in MN. 🙂
“People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.”
― Iris Murdoch
“I am not,” the bee told me, “collecting nectar. Well not primarily.”
“Is it the pollen then that you are gathering, Apis, as you hover so close to me?”
“No, I am not spending my energies on pollen gathering.”
“Then what are you doing, flower-blur-sting, if not engaging in rituals that culminate in your honey-making-art?”
“I am listening,” Apis told me, “to the golden beating of each flower’s heart.”
— Annette Marie Smith
Diphylleia grayi, colloquially called umbrella leaf, is an American-native plant. Its flowers possess petals that become transparent in the rain, looking like glass flowers. In my imagination I can hear their petals ringing with each raindrop, like the rims of wineglasses responding to touch.
Seeing them transform, through the process of experiencing rain, from beautiful to beautiful-on-a-fairy-tale-level, makes me reflect on the transformative power our experiences can have on us. I love rain and I like the thought that something I love (many more things than just rain of course) can wash away the everyday and and create windows — for the light to get in.
Photo via NOIZM