.
I try to prevent ours from taking over the
walkway. hate the damn thorns
always seem to snag my skins
spouse seems to like them
for what little blossoms they manage

thanks for the Friday photo post
always a pleasure

my recently passed friend
a flower in her own right

SP- Your photos of flowers are outstanding. I especially like the counterpoint, or contrast of the last.

I made reference to a mythic nostalgia flower recently in the lyrics to a song Rainy Gomoryeong:

How many years was it, I picked the amaranth blooming
Behind the water mill, enraptured?
Why can't I forget the budding wild rose?*
When will the falling rain cross Gomo pass?

This led me to try to find more on the legendary Manghyangcho 망향초 望鄕草 nostalgia flower. I couldn't find a specific traditional textual reference from a simple search online. But the search returned a sijo (Korean poem) unattributed to an author published in a Joongang Journal from 1981. Probably submitted by a sijo enthusiast.

All summer long, I've been tending to a single flower,
and now it's blooming quietly as soon as fall comes.

The flower I've been tending to in my hometown is blooming now.
What's the point of a flower blooming when its time comes?

When the flower I've been cherishing blooms in front of the garden,
my mother's delicate eyes will be wet with dew once again. [출처:중앙일보] https://www.joongang.co.kr/article/1578529

This representation of separation from loved ones or the place where one spent their youth and the longing for spring again, is often presented in classical Chinese poetry foremost in the wonderful imagery of flowers.

The Complete Ci-poems of Li Qingzhao:
A New English Translation
https://www.sino-platonic.org/complete/spp013_li_qingzhao.pdf
(remarkable English translations) 1989

But as they say, a picture is worth a thousand words.

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