a new one for me - Elephant' s foot (Elephantopus Carolinians) is growing in a weedy area
at the edge of the woods.
Each bloom consists of many small flower heads which are arranged in compound inflorescences.
Each individual flower head is rests upon leafy bracts and contains 2-5, tubular, pale lavender disc florets.
They are similar in appearance to ironweed.
Here is a poem that could make you think.
As in dreams
behind high doors there is nothing,
not even emptiness.
As in dreams
behind the face that looks at us there is no one.
Obverse without a reverse,
one-sided coin, the side of things.
That pittance is the boon
tossed to us by hastening time.
We are our memory,
we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,
that pile of broken mirrors.
behind high doors there is nothing,
not even emptiness.
As in dreams
behind the face that looks at us there is no one.
Obverse without a reverse,
one-sided coin, the side of things.
That pittance is the boon
tossed to us by hastening time.
We are our memory,
we are that chimerical museum of shifting shapes,
that pile of broken mirrors.
Jorge Luis Borges
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