After a long spate of rain, which directly coincided with the weeks when we were in charge of two dogs (one of whom had to be put out every 45-90 minutes), and then Purim! Excitement!, I was so happy to have a normal sunny afternoon. Nowhere else to be, nothing else that had to be done. I took the kids and went to the hill in town that has the city water tower on one side, some castle ruins on the other, and a nice loop through grass and flowers that takes us about half an hour to traipse through.
It’s so nice to make regular visits here, because we see the flowers in turn: anemones and cyclamens; almond blossoms; asphodels; Palestine Irises. When we visited last week, there were enormous swaths of light purple; they were the delicate blooms of the Barbary Nut, a small, low-growing member of the iris family.
Except, and this is the important part, I did not have my camera with me. I had the dog and the kids and no camera, so we just wandered around exclaiming over them and how pretty they were. And I resolved to come back without all of them and with my camera.
So the next morning, I sat at my computer and did my work, like a good little freelancer. At around noon, when it was sunny and pleasant, I took off across town, sneaker-shod and camera in hand.
And I found…no purple. And I really wondered what parallel universe I was inhabiting. Because it’s not like I had let three or four weeks go by. It was the next day. Finally I reached a point on the hill where I was one hundred percent sure that I had seen the irises. I got close to the ground and found:
Oh. Not crazy. Just not thinking. Because the delicate flowers defend themselves against the noon sun by shutting themselves up. Oh. They are smart cookies. Unlike me.
But now I know. So I trooped back a third time and caught them. Because summer is just around the corner; I want to capture the spring while it’s still here.