It is spring at my place, Flying Hat Ranch or Ranchito, and I am not sad, even though it is said, “April is the cruelest month.” I understand the sadness and lament, but yesterday I took several photographs of the constant and the transient forms on Flying Hat.
The constants are the live oaks and yucca. You see them, they seem always present, but the blossoms of plants erupt, then fade out. They are the “transients.”
Yet, as the blossoms drop off, transient as they are, I know their roots and stems remain. That is constant, and given another year about this earth, I will see them again.
Transient, though I may be.