Such is the state of life,
that none are happy
but by the anticipation of change:
the change itself is nothing;
when we have made it,
the next wish is to change again.
The world is not yet exhausted;
let me see something tomorrow
which I never saw before.
These are two pictures of the same spot separated by a month’s time.
Slowly, slowly the- what? flower? deepens into a royal purple.
It looks for all the world like a present, a tiny jewel, and I can’t wait for it to open.
What is it? A berry? A fruit?
Will it blossom open, burst into flower?
I’m really insanely curious. I can see the deer have been nibbling at it, and I hope and pray they don’t return and finish the job before I see the final result.
Does anyone know what it is? Or want to hazard a guess?