We took note of the peonies and poppies at the zoo. They seem to be genuine, permanent plants growing right where they're planted, which brings me to one of the most irksome situations facing modern human beings: the sneaky replanting of public planters so that the flowers are always pretty and always in season. Peter and I noticed a few bits of evidence at the UofC today: ripped up faded tulips sitting on the ground next to a bed of gorgeous, blooming peonies, salvia, columbine, and lots of other things we're pretty sure weren't grown there. It's like that story about the Buddah, who as a child was sheltered from old age and death to the degree that he was shocked and horrified when he first encountered an aged, sick person. Granted, he then grew up to be the Buddah. But that hardly seems like justification for the practice of secretly replacing spring flowers with summer ones as though nothing ever fades, or has a season. Not even to make the flower beds pretty for graduation!
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