A Day Off
The passage of days can make us feel determined, as in the "one day at a time" philosophy of overcoming bad habits, or morbid, as in Hamlet's "To-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time." Or we may seize the day for enjoyment or advancement.
Friday was the kind of day that just drifted on for me. I was sticking around, waiting for packages. One came from Seattle with a very funny comic book that my daughter created for a class, and also a book of poems from City Lights Books in San Francisco, where she visited recently. The other package, with David Carr's "Night of the Gun," didn't arrive.
So time passed and the day was over. Maybe the Amazon package will come today. Meanwhile, I had no blog thoughts except to think of two other plants whose flowers last just for a day.
This dayflower - a weed, really - has exquisite petals that catch the light in an extraordinary way. As a child spending summers with relatives in Plymouth, Pa., I marveled at these flowers that occupied a corner of the yard. My aunt and uncle indulged and encouraged my early forays into nature study and writing and these flowers remind me of them.