The Arb daffodils
At the end (beginning), the line encounters another sunny area and bursts into bloom again. It runs up against a woodland margin and stops. Cushiony with lush moss, this off-path area features a magnolia tree. It resembles a knobby megacandelabrum of gray knuckles holding aloft hundreds of velvety thumb-size buds like olive-colored flames. Wow.
This installation is heavily baggaged with an academic title, a website, a political statement, a master's thesis, and even bad poetry that it inspired. Ignore that. None of that is relevant to the experience of walking the line in the Arb. One morning, it traveled through boggy grass silvered with frost. One late afternoon, I ended up in the mossy magnolia nook that I'll return to with a blanket and a book. All in all, the line led to new, unexplored, beautiful places, like all decent art.
[Originally published in May, 2004.]