365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Columbine
Day 231: A very "grandmotherly" flower, Columbine always calls up images of old-fashioned sitting rooms and parlours in my mind, with delicate crocheted antimacassars, leather-bound books and lamplight rounding out the scene. An air of nostalgia surrounds the spurred flowers, as if alongside a vase filled with such fragile grace, a calling card from an afternoon guest might not seem out of place. Columbine is a flower which invites you to tea, demands that your napkin be spread upon your lap and that you adhere to the social niceties of conversation. It brooks no common gossip, no harsh language or vulgarity. No improprieties can be uttered in the presence of Dame Columbine.
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