Am I . . . are we all . . . meant to ponder . . . blank space...?
I have enough of that when I open "New Post" and stare at the screen.
Let's ponder the shrub that blooms all by itself every year at the top of my driveway. I think this is the same plant that Jackie called, in a recent post, wild azalea, and she would know. I thought it was mountain laurel. Either way, it's always a striking surprise when it bursts all at once into flower. This year there are two instead of one . . . a happy find for me. It blooms for only a short time . . . this was a week ago. Now the blossoms have all gone to grayish little puffs of seed, and it's much less noticeable.
Despite the fact that I would have it bloom longer, it's doing what it's supposed to do. The only purpose of the blossoms, from the plant's point of view, is to make seeds to make more plants. When I think about that, it makes me wonder about the value of childless me and my life. The proper answer would be that humans are innately more valuable than plants. I doubt that.