Sunday, October 17, 2010

Illusions

It’s the evening after a meditation Intensive, and I take my favourite walk. I stand and marvel at the grass bank stretching before me. It glimmers, like a green and white silk scarf, a long one, ripping in the wind.


I move closer and stand again to enjoy. Every little white flower head is moving: not exactly a nod, and not exactly a shake, but somehow a mix of both. They shiver, not with the cold, for spring is warming now, but maybe with excitement to be growing with such freedom.




I move closer still and discover what these shiny white flowers are: in my vegetable garden I call them onion weed and yank them out. Yet here I am admiring their massed presence.
A weed, said someone, is a plant in the wrong place. Is onion weed good or bad? Foolish question. I laugh at the illusion of duality.

4 comments:

Marilyn said...

Beautiful Juliet. Wild flowers I call them, nature's gift to us all.

Joan said...

This is so funny Juliet. These are what I was calling white bluebells! Friend Barbara from Auckland staying with me in the hols declared them to be onion flowers. I was sure thay didn't smell strong enough as I remember onion flowers from Auckland days, but looking at yours..they must be! Like you I think they are lovely anyway but they are beating the bluebells and that's not so good.

Nikki said...

It's edible! :) http://starcooked.blogspot.com/

I am in envy of my neighbour's neglected patch just over my back fence...lol

juliet said...

Thanks for the information Nikki; there are enough onion flowers on that bank for quite a feast if I decide to try.