How to Bloom
March 27, 2010
Orange fritillary
Fritillaries
I was driving what I hoped would be a shortcut through residential streets to Fremont Avenue (it wasn’t), when I saw these flowers blooming in a parking strip. I couldn’t recall seeing flowers like this before, so I pulled over to take some photographs. No sooner had I stepped out of the car, when I was greeted by name! I was parked in front of the house of one of our Greenwood Library patrons and knitting aficionados. She told me the flowers were fritillaries.
How to Bloom
by Rainer Maria Rilke
I endlessly marvel at you, blissful ones — at your demeanor,
the way you bear your vanishing adornment with timeless purpose.
Ah, to understand how to bloom: then would the heart be carried
beyond all milder dangers, to be consoled in the great one.
Rosemary's Blog 
March 27, 2010 at 8:22 am
Fritillary is a wonderful word, and I’d never heard it before! It doesn’t sound like a flower, though – more like a linguistic, geological, or culinary term. Wow, those Greenwood library patrons just pop up everywhere, don’t they?
March 27, 2022 at 6:26 am
How amazing that I bumped into this when perusing your perpetual journal today! I was talking about a spiritual experience and conscious contact in the Morning Trip today! The poem How to Bloom describes it well and the flowers a wonderful BAM awake and perfect moment, evidence of noticing and being in the experience.
March 27, 2022 at 6:26 am
Reblogged this on Elisa's Spot and commented:
How amazing that I bumped into this when perusing your perpetual journal today! I was talking about a spiritual experience and conscious contact in the Morning Trip today! The poem How to Bloom describes it well and the flowers a wonderful BAM awake and perfect moment, evidence of noticing and being in the experience.