(In astrology, it's Jupiter that lends extra vitality to an organism.)
The dahlias are budding again, and again, and blooming. It is September 10th. The azaleas, too, are budding again, but not with enough vitality to open out into flowers. One azalea bud broke thick scarlet from its casing but atrophied there like a tiny, hopeless, crumpled fist and gathered dots of pollen-colored mold.
I had an ultra strong, red primula plant that flowered for nearly four months this year in my window box. In other years the primulas have been plants that lasted a week or two indoors, or spanned a couple of months, perhaps, in people's gardens, but this plant had the staying power of a lobster that, after it's claw is ripped away by accident or predation, goes ahead and grows a new one. After the plant finally disappeared into itself for two weeks without signs of life, it began to sprout several perky new leaves and seemed to be intending to start blooming all over again. Though it hasn't bloomed again, I've now planted it in the garden along with all its little seed bells. It's doing well down there. We'll see what comes up next spring!
Some women want to have babies when they are in their early forties. It's absolutely natural for some women to feel this impulse. Who knows that they do not posses an extra dose of vitality themselves, whether capable of entirely blooming or not, and in Vancouver, I've seen roses bloom until December, so who's to say what life will do, or be able to do. We can talk about it being right or wrong, but really, all we can do is watch and see what happens. Certainly I could stand around insulting my dahlias and depress them into not producing gorgeous blooms in September, but what for?
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