I have 1 little patch of them in my 10 acres. I have never seen any in my neighbors' surrounding 75 acres.
I have something you don't have. Nah-nah-nah nah-nah-nah.
How we long to take credit for situations as if they belonged to us. How we love to bolster I/me/mine.
But does the hepatica "belong" to me? It was there when i moved here 33 years ago, and with luck, it will probably be there when i die. Does that make it mine?
How we take pride in our bodies:
- I didn't need reading glasses until i was 56.
- I weigh the same as i did in high school.*
- When i bend over, my hands touch the floor.
Meanwhile, hepatica are blooming in the woods, spring is happening, and we are alive in such bodies as we have.
* Not me! But i've heard a friend say this.