A Perfect Spring Garden

 A garden is a fleeting thing. Plants may flower only once or go to seed after repeated blooms. Hungry deer or insects may chew up a flower in its prime. Startled animals might tromp through the garden. I feel lucky to have seen this garden in a state of perfection. The larkspur and cornflowers stood tall, a symphony of cool colors. Here and there a poppy nodded its hot, fluttering head. Happy bees hovered. One day later, heavy rains had knocked petals from the poppies. The larkspur were sodden and tangled, tipped over at odd angles. Yes, a garden is a fleeting thing.