It’s that time of year when the flowers come and go one after another, giving us a constantly changing show of color. The people who lived in this house before us made sure to plant plants that bloomed consecutively to make sure the show was nonstop. I’m not a gardener, so I’m not sure I would’ve thought to do that.
So far we’ve had the bulb explosion (hyacinths, tulips, and a small bunch of daffodils), forsythia, the plum tree, periwinkle, and azaleas blooming. The azalea blooms are just now dropping off en masse to cover the lawn. Soon the spirea, peonies, and my roses will burst out, followed by the rose of sharon and mums which will last all summer along with the roses.
The sadness part of this post is just that blooms are always most beautiful just before they start dying. The time you have to enjoy them is fleeting, so you have to make the most of it. Sure, they’ll be back next year (if you’re lucky!), but it’s a reminder that time is passing you by. It’s a sadness, but a good sadness since you were able to enjoy the fleeting beauty.