There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe. It has symmetry, elegance, and grace – these qualities you find always in that the true artist captures. You can find it in the turning of the seasons, the way sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the creosote busy of the pattern of its leaves. We try to copy these patterns in our lives and in our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort. Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection. It is clear that the ultimate pattern contains its own fixity. In such perfection, all things move towards death.
Frank Herbert, Dune
In our yard early Hellebore flowers are my first signal that winter has turned the corner and spring is on its way.  These blushing white blooms look a little worse for the wear after pushing their way through last summer’s leaves but in the words of Frank Hebert there is symmetry in nature’s pattern. Each season comes in time and while blooming summer perfection inevitably moves towards death it also gives life and nourishment for the new season’s beauty.
Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge: Â Symmetry.
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