I know, I know – two domesticated species within a week, where’s the wildflowers, right? But we’ve been doing the OSU geotour, might as well do the campus flowers too, amirite? And these are quite wonderful.
For one thing, they are trees:
I do love a purple flowering tree, although the last time I gave you a purple flowering tree, you told me it was a horrible invasive species. If these are, too, I’ll despair.
Something tells me these trees (or very tall flowering bushes) are deeply confused – they’re just barely bursting into bloom, there are unopened buds all over the place, and it is October in the Pacific Northwest. First week of, granted, but really, things typically don’t bloom so late. Not domesticated things – I think there may be a few flowers that thrive this late, but not many.
This is what happens when we have an unusually late summer – things get weird. Completely weird. But beautifully weird.
There’s something very Zen about a tree blooming, and even more so when it blooms out of season. Don’t ask me why, but it reminds me not only of cherry blossoms, but of that poor dude hanging by his fingertips from a vine, nothing but a sheer drop below and a tiger above, who notices a strawberry growing out of the cliff in front of him. He plucks and eats it – delicious! That’s something I like about Zen: how practical it is. The cherry blossoms are beautiful, fleeting – don’t try to hold on, just savor their moments. Life is short, and death certain – but in this moment, strawberries! And it’s the same with flowers blooming out of season: they’re certain to perish, and they may be a sign that we’ve fucked up our atmosphere to the point of doom – but in this moment, they are lovely.