Appearing as though they originate in spiritual ratherthan material seed, as proofwe don’t know how to properly celebrateor mourn — bindweed and ox-eye daisy, cranesbill, harebell,hare’s-foot clover, whose ideology is fragrantand sticky, the underside of reflection bloomingacross centuries. Arguments for and against beliefvolunteering in equal profusion.My many regrets have become the great passion of my life.One may also grow fond of what there isn’tmuch of. Grass of Parnassus —and when you finally find it, it’s just okay.But look for lies and you will see them everywherelike the melancholy thistle, erect spineless herbof the sunflower family. That the eradication of desirepromotes peace and lengthens lifeis time-honoured counsel. Still, you can’t simply wait untilyou feel like it. The beauty of the campions,bladder and sea, the tough little sea rocket,is their effort in spite of, I want to say, everythingthough they know nothing of what we meanwhen we say everything; it is a sentiment referring onlyto itself. Purple toadflax, common mouse ear,orchids, trefoils, buttercup, self-heal,the Adoxa moschatellina it’s too late in the year for,I can hardly stand to look at them.And all identified after the factbut for the banks of wild roses, the poppies you lovedparked like an ambulance by the barley field.