As I sit on the deck and look out over my flower
beds, my heart twinges.
Kerria japonica is a few paces directly in front
of me here at the top of the hill. It is central, so I can see it with almost
any view of the flower beds.
The Kerria produces the cute little yellow
multi-petal pompom flowers that I can’t help but love.
In fact this picture on my blog is one of the
Kerria I took a few years ago.
Kerria May was what we were going to name our
little girl. You guessed it, her first name was inspired by this lovely,
cheery, yellow flowering plant.
The Kerria blooms in the spring. In fact the
past few Aprils the blossoms were opening at the time we should have been
celebrating Our Little Flower Bud’s birthday. The flowers are beautiful in
their own right, but they held such a special meaning to me. It actually
brought a bit of comfort, not sadness, when I would see the little pompoms
seemigly float in the wind.
This week, three years ago, is when Our Little
Flower Bud bypassed her journey in this world and skipped right on to the next.
Today,
the Kerria is dying.
There are no leaves, no longer vibtrant life.
There will be no more of the cute little yellow pompom flowers.
When I see it, my heart twinges. What else can I say?
Kerria's
Little
Pompom
Flowers
will be
no
more
