I have always believed the point of April showers was to bring May flowers. But the showers this April are merely making the flowers wet, since they are already here.
Last night was like that. Drippy rain followed by thundershowers… quaking in safety as the world gets wet.
I worry about global warming and the possible end of life on Earth. But flowers each spring are a hopeful sign. The world is renewing itself after the winter of our discontent. In fact, a couple of years ago, the daffodils came out in February and got frozen to death in the week following their bold attempt to bloom early. It just goes to prove that daffodils are the dumbest of all flowers. I drew a portrait of one of them. Daffy O’Dill posed for this shortly before his fateful encounter with the weed whacker.
But pictures of the flowers in our yard are like the pictures of sunrises that I collect. As I get older and enter the late winter months of my little life, they give me hope and consolation. I hate to think that when my life ends the rest of humanity will soon follow. Pessimists like me have good reason to think such things might be the case. But there is also reason for hope. Flowers are a sign of hope. Flowers are a sign that life renews itself. Flowers bloom, and the bees come, and seeds develop, and everything continues to grow. Flowers make God smile.
So, the rain came down, and in spite of possible hail and thunderstorms, wind and possible tornadoes, there are flowers. In fact, look at this humongous rose growing in our neighbor’s tree. If it actually came from outer space, it may be very well looking to eat us… eat our evil dentist at the very least. And I found a novel way to get another good post out of my flower pictures.
Catch a Falling Star 