Ephemeral

Lasting for only a short time; transitory.

At this time of year, before the leaves are out, the forest floor becomes filled with ephemerals -- those short-lived but beautiful flowers that spring out of the just-thawed soil, turn their faces to the sun, and disappear only a few, short days later. They have a special place in the parade of growth; they're first to come and first to go, reminding us that even though we have all of summer to look forward to, nothing is permanent, and all must eventually die.

Some people are like that: they are with us only briefly,
but we feel lucky to have witnessed their brightness
and joy in living.
















We take pleasure in knowing them, and are cheered by their enthusiam.

And when they go, too soon, we mourn their passing.

I miss you Linda.