Hi blogging friends and family,
I’ve had a busy week. Too busy, which is ironic because, well, you’ll see below. Deadline week pressure, and Kitty #3, Penny, had oral surgery to remove a mass on Monday. Results tomorrow. Fingers crossed. (Deep breath…)
Hope everyone is well and enjoying spring–or autumn–and the change of seasons. I recently had an essay published in O. Henry magazine, and thought I would share it with you. This story is special to me; I’m proud to have it published. Thanks for reading it.
In late winter I watch in anticipation for the pointy maroon tips of our native Erythronium umbilicatum leaves to push up through the hard winter soil. I run outside to my garden several times a day—looking, feeling, hoping.
After the leaves emerge and unfurl, you can see the reason this plant’s common name is trout lily. The brown and green mottled leaves look similar to the markings on a brook trout. Not only is this a sweet little North Carolina wildflower, but it is also a tangible, seasonal reminder for me to slow down, take one day at a time, and try not to rush through my life in a hurry to go on to the next big thing. Let me explain…
To continue reading the story click the link to O. Henry below:
Erythronium umbilicatum, aka trout lily, aka life lesson