A month ago, I was on Martha's Vineyard hoping to see the glorious pink flowers that line the meadow en route to the beach. Sure, they are never out in early July, but I thought they might have bloomed early like everything in my garden in Guilford. No such luck.
Fast-forward four weeks and they were blooming in all their splendor: saucer-sized bright pink blooms with a crown of gold in the center resembling cosmos on steroids. I always thought they were beach roses, but on closer inspection I believe they are in the hibiscus family. Each year, they are in full bloom in early August, ushering in the second half of summer along with foggy afternoons, striped bass on the grill and snarled roads.
One of things I love most about the beach meadow flanking Chilmark Pond is it is always changing with the seasons. In the summer, it is a vivid tapestry of bright pinks and greens while in the fall, it is soft yellows, golds and pale greens. The winter brings burnished browns and ambers while in the spring it begins to come alive again with subtle greens and yellows.
For me, the meadow is a reminder that everything has a season that cannot be forced or manipulated by will or desire. It's a reminder to take things as they come, resist the need to control what I cannot and to go with the flow, easing up on myself and others. In yoga, it's called staying present moment. And sometimes something as simple as a pink flower is what we need to remind us to do just that.