Something caught my eye in the grass just off the road near a bend in our country road. Something suspiciously white. “Litter,” I muttered to myself in disgust.
I am
especially sensitive to litter on our mostly quiet and remote country road.
Upon reaching the place where I spotted the litter, I stopped the car and
prepared to open the car door so I could trot out to retrieve the offending
white whatever-it-was.
I
didn’t even bother to open the door after taking a closer look alongside the
road. Instead, I blinked a couple of times, rubbed my eyes, and then drove on
down the road toward home.
I
have become jaded and am likely spending too much time looking for signs of
something wrong instead of simply enjoying the ride. At the end of this blog, I
have posted an image featuring a specimen of the suspicious white flag I
spotted just off the road. It’s an evening primrose. Some call these little
beauties a gumbo lily. The flowers are nearly the size of my fist and a
brilliant white when they first open. The petals fade to pink as they slowly
clasp together again and then shed. The image I am sharing was captured several
years ago not far from where I mistook this one for litter.
These
are nice flowers, and I need to lighten up a bit.
—Mitchell Hegman
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