stramelt
The foxglove
It looks like Digitalis purpurea but why has the top flower beat the rest to full-blown efflorescence..?
Yesterday was a sad day. In the morning, I learnt of the passing away of my uncle. No matter how prepared I think I am, a sudden death of a close person is always a blow. There's something so very poignant about the irremediable nature of the end of one's life...
We've become so used to all sorts of data being readily retrievable at any time, always at our fingertips... Not in this case. I can't pick a moment from a week ago to chat with my uncle, when he was excited and looking forward to a senior citizens dinner a few days ahead; nor can that one missed phone call be re-enacted and actualized... With plants it's usually so gradual: they lose vibrancy, wither and slowly disintegrate. With us it's so binary: you live and then you die.
It's such a platitude but still: it always is a good idea to cherish little moments and experiences — either when interacting with the so-called inanimate world, or with fellow humans as well as other living beings — while they last in their typical fashion: ephemerally, fleetingly, nearly imperceptibly.
The foxglove
It looks like Digitalis purpurea but why has the top flower beat the rest to full-blown efflorescence..?
Yesterday was a sad day. In the morning, I learnt of the passing away of my uncle. No matter how prepared I think I am, a sudden death of a close person is always a blow. There's something so very poignant about the irremediable nature of the end of one's life...
We've become so used to all sorts of data being readily retrievable at any time, always at our fingertips... Not in this case. I can't pick a moment from a week ago to chat with my uncle, when he was excited and looking forward to a senior citizens dinner a few days ahead; nor can that one missed phone call be re-enacted and actualized... With plants it's usually so gradual: they lose vibrancy, wither and slowly disintegrate. With us it's so binary: you live and then you die.
It's such a platitude but still: it always is a good idea to cherish little moments and experiences — either when interacting with the so-called inanimate world, or with fellow humans as well as other living beings — while they last in their typical fashion: ephemerally, fleetingly, nearly imperceptibly.