Contemplating the pussy willows, I recalled a time in the eighth grade, when my English teacher had returned from a trip to Hawaii and had on her desk a vase of anthuriums, "little boy plants," (below right). I was completely awestruck and had to touch them. She came shrieking into the room. "Don't touch those!"
Now I can touch them any time I want; highly valued, but not rare, and not too expensive, at least when bought locally.
Nature doesn't care where it is; only we put an economic value on it, depending on time and place. Just like the "eat locally" movement, maybe when it comes to our flowers and trees, we should "appreciate locally."
Not sure how this post wound up being so very sexually YANG, since I think of flowers and buds as such feminine things. But, there it is. Maybe a sort of backlash to yesterday's Girl's Day.
Ripe Cat Tails