Pretend
The bleeding hearts that I mentioned in the previous post will be memories soon. I have not come to terms with the passage of time nor do I pretend to understand how these blooms will reappear a year from now as if they never left.
I said goodbye to my students last week. Come fall, I will welcome a new set.
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Fleetingness in general is startling me in ways it never used to. It seems to be an essential element of the creative process, in that we can preserve some moments in image, sound, and language.
Aren’t those blooms amazing? They are so perfectly designed, and one imagines that each one holds something in its hollow center…
Jan 14 May 08
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Jan,
I’ve been looking at the bleeding hearts in my yard. I planted the whites. The wild pink ones, as in your photo, seemed to have made their way into my yard from my neighbor Gail’s yard.
To your previous post, I wanted to write a response that acknowledged the fleetingness of the bleeding heart blooms, which may be why I enjoy them every single day that they are here. They are the earliest seasonal plants to fade — blossom and leaf. They disappear, totally, in July.
Perhaps a teacher’s relationship with her students is more intense, because she is aware of the fleetingness of their time together. You seem to be getting at that.
Jane Kokernak 14 May 08