Each summer, one of my great pleasures is my husband\u2019s garden, which<\/p>\n
fills our postage-stamp-sized yard with a profusion of colors, smells and<\/p>\n
blossoms. Of all the varieties, the most delightful flower of all is the<\/p>\n
evening primrose, which at twilight blooms in the space of just a few seconds.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a remarkable thing to observe. Before Bob planted these flowers I didn\u2019t even realize<\/p>\n
there were flowers that bloomed so quickly. Watching them is like seeing<\/p>\n
time-lapse photography.\u00a0We try to\u00a0view them every evening we can during this two-week period, watching out the window as the light fades. \u201cIt\u2019s started!\u201d Bob will exclaim, and we\u2019ll hurry outside to marvel as the blossoms\u00a0start to pop, one after another. The blooms are beautiful for only a day and then they fade and drop to the\u00a0ground. A fitting metaphor for the transitory nature of existence, certainly.<\/p>\n
We had some Korean friends over for dinner the other night, and naturally we took them into the garden to see the flower show. They said that in Korea,\u00a0flowers that bloom in the evening are called \u201cWelcomers of the Moon.\u201d Isn\u2019t\u00a0that lovely?<\/p>\n
So here\u2019s a video of our evening primroses, unfolding as the locusts sing (the lighting is dark, but after all, it\u2019s evening).<\/p>\n