Nothing Lasts

In our back yard, just off the deck, is a large shrub or small tree that has the most beautiful flowers in the spring. I don’t know what it’s called (I am hopeless with plants – perhaps one of my readers can identify it?), but it’s lovely so I take a lot of photos of the glorious blossoms. Here’s one:The flowers last just a week or two, but even more short-lived are the buds they come from.They fascinate me. Not because they are there so briefly, but because they are so different from the flowers they will become. It’s hard to grab a photo of them in the short time they’re there, but I got one:

They are bright pink! Flamingo pink. Tropical sunset pink.

Where does that pink color go? Why is it there for the few days it take for the buds to become flowers? I don’t know, but I love it. I love that the plant invests in making that gorgeous color and then throws it away. I think of it as a flirty little secret it flashes to the world before setting down to its more traditional beauty. I feel privileged to share in that moment.

The world is a beautiful place, but beauty never lasts. We need to enjoy it wherever and whenever we find it.

Posted in response to the WordPress photo challenge: Transient

5 thoughts on “Nothing Lasts

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  2. I think what you have is a variety of a crabapple tree. On this website, they give a description: “Malus ‘Donald Wyman’ is a disease-resistant crabapple. These flowering trees grow to be 15-25 feet tall, with a spread of 20-25 feet. The ornamental fruits last through the winter, and wild birds eat them in February and March. The pink buds open to become single white blooms.” Does it sound like what you have?

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    • Yes! I thing that’s it. In addition to the pink buds that become white flowers, there are tiny fruits (I think of them as berries) the birds come to eat in late winter. Thank you!


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