Blossoming Arugula

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Have you ever seen a net of taupe-aubergine cast over cream-colored blossoms look so enticing? Like the finest Victorian lace, these demure blooms spill from their lime-green bodice over a cascading skirt of hardy leaves. I am floored by these exquisite tiny flowers.

Yes, it’s a sign that my arugula is bolting and soon to be no more .. but oh! The end is such sweet sorrow. Which brings to mind other tender dismantlings, closures, and fall-aparts that have left me sobbing in wonder as much as grief. The exquisite beauty of an ending can be marked by its blossom, no?

A dear friend of mine is navigating what appears to be his near-end of life. We have frank discussions about it. He told me last night that he has a refrigerator magnet that says, “The beginning is near.” He likes that, and so do I.

Flowers are 3 breaths away from being seeds. The end and the beginning are one. Long love arugula!