When the peach blossoms bloom pink in May, and the soft mists hover in the valleys, that is when I shall return.” — D.H. Lawrence (Source: “The Rainbow”)
As hot day collides with cool evening I invite you to meander a moment in Rosslyn’s orchard. This spectacular-but-brief blooming period of the peach trees serves as a natural reminder to appreciate fleeting moments of beauty in our lives. Let’s learn from the peach blossoms, if we can.
Ephemeral Extravagance
Peach blossoms’s brevity, typically just around a week in our marginal habitat contributes to the precious place these flowers occupy in our orchard. So, while peach blossoms often symbolize renewal, offering one of the most extravagant exhibits of inclement weather yielding to temperate weather, they also offer a bittersweet reminder that their beauty is fleeting. Their impermanence adds an achingly poignant vibrance to their butterfly-esque beauty.
Might Rosslyn’s orchard be conspiring with Mother Nature herself to offer us encouragement to seek our own peach blossom experiences each and every day… Pause. Notice. Slow the hurly-burly and observe. Practice receptivity. Experience the adventure of awareness, of presence. Allow yourself to love — not just fetishize, but love deeply and without caution — the profound appeal of impermanence. Risk embracing that which will not last *precisely* because it will not last.
Peach Blossoms Haiku
Orchardist observes,
pink petals uncurl crimson,
and spring swaggers in.
What do you think?