John found this lovely Butterweed plant in our side garden. Tall, bright, and yellow, this small wildflower stood-out among peonies and daylilies struggling to bloom in an abnormally cold and gray spring. I noticed the plant when a first single flower appeared at the top of the long stem, surrounded by several waiting blossoms. I could almost feel the power in the plant’s sturdy stem. On a damp and windy day, I snapped many images, trying to capture this wildflower as it danced in the wind.
Spring has been difficult, with much more time spent at home in dismal and sometimes depressing weather. We know we are among the vulnerable, seniors that are at a higher risk over our younger counterparts. Our age can be a reminder of our vulnerability, the fact that time is sometimes unkind and limiting.
Each day, I have visited this wildflower and am greeted by more flowers perched on top of a still wavering stem. Somehow, this little plant makes me feel less alone, a companion plant for John and I. This one is determined to survive. So are we.