My afternoon was spent reading poetry in the warm sun before taking a Sunday drive through the April countryside. The winding road followed closely along a river's path overflowing with wildflowers, birds, and budding spring trees. Beautiful glossy-yellow flowers with heart-shaped leaves lined the water's edge. I stopped to take a closer look and noticed the flowers closing their tiny petals as the evening sun cast shadows through the trees.
I took a leaf and blossom home to research the plant's identity. To my joy and surprise, I discovered the Lesser Celandine.....a favorite wildflower of the poet, William Wordsworth. My research also revealed that the Celandine blossoms fold up before a rain and do not open before 9 a.m. in the morning and by 5 p.m. they are closed for the night. What an interesting little flower!
TO THE SMALL CELANDINE
Pansies, Lilies, Kingcups, Daisies,
Let them live upon their praises;
Long as there's a sun that sets
Primroses will have their glory;
Long as there are Violets,
They will have a place in story:
There's a flower that shall be mine,
'Tis the little Celandine.
May peace like a river be with you this evening,