At this particular moment we have about one hundred thousand Trout Lilly plants growing on the property. Well, maybe only ten thousand. Or maybe a million! Of those many, many, many little plants, I can positively, certifiably identify three which have bloomed.
My father was a Mathematician. Fascinated by numbers all his life, he found himself intrigued in his later years by the concept of just how small a number can be – the infinitesimal. Or, in math speak, just how close the graph of a function can approach to the X axis without touching it. Infinitesimal. I always thought of it as infinitely small numbers. It was most interesting to Dad.
Oh how I wish he here now. We could divide the number of Trout Lilly plants actually blooming by the number of Trout Lilly plants which are present and behold the infinitesimal!
Like these pretty purple flowers.Or these pretty poppies.And this subtle flower ( I think of it as woodland phlox) growing amidst the mature leaves of Bloodroot.We could also behold the glory of Spring as expressed through the trees, softening the stark vision of bare branches with little bitty leaves catching the light of the evening sun.