It happens this way …
Two years ago I made my annual May pilgrimage to Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden a week too late. I missed the height of the rhody and azalea blossoms, but met a group of third graders on a field trip. My interactions with them were as much a gift as the garden itself. The result was the prose poem above published in Postcard Poems and Prose Magazine.
Lesson: Sometimes too late is right on time.
Adorable! Ducklings–the ultimate diplomats.
Magical… you bring the flowers, kids and goslings to life… I can see and hear all of them.
I embody the sad rhodies, hear the squeals of children, and see furry brown gosling heads swimming quickly behind their mother. Your writing is a step back into my childhood. Ahhhhh the memories of the Rhododendron Gardens
Glad to bring you back there, Joan. It is a magical place!