The siren beckons.
Entranced, I follow. I won’t be bashed onto rocks, though I’ll admit to occasionally tripping on a few as I meander through spring song.
The diversity is wide, the color wheel complete.
Some are related to one another.
Many have thrived in this region for millenia.
Others hail from far away.
Most are brief bloomers, in the garden for only a short time.
Their seeds will linger for another season, either in my garden or elsewhere. The seeds await the right moment, the right conditions, to create.
Bloom spikes may last into summer, morphing to seed delivery systems, delivering DNA packages to the soil. Foliage lasts beyond.
Colors are sunshine bright,
…or rich and dark.
All nourish some living thing,
…including my gardening soul.