It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon-
The Flower-distinct and Red- (or pink my case)
I, passing, thought another Noon
Another in its stead
Will equal glow, and thought no More
But came another Day
To find the Species disappeared-
The Same Locality-
The Sun in place-no other fraud
On Nature’s perfect Sum-
Had I but lingered Yesterday-
Was my retrieveless blame-
Much Flowers of this and further Zones
Have perished in my Hands
For seeking its Resemblance-
But unapproached it stands-
The single Flower of the Earth
That I, in passing by
Unconscious was-Great Nature’s Face
Passed infinite by Me-
Emily Dickinson, 978, year 1864
Good-bye Bleeding Heart–though I did not know you long, I loved you well.
And, I don’t know if my Geraniums are actually dead or not.
I was told yesterday that here in Spokane, Zone 6, the rule of thumb is–Don’t plant until after Mother’s Day or when the snow on Mt. Spokane has melted.
My first loss. Have you ever had a particularly painful garden loss? The most painful for me would probably if I lost my Magnolia tree.