Windblown blossoms sail the breeze and land willy-nilly on the grass or spider webs. The spiders do wish they'd stop.
The northyard's green explosion reaches heavenward, defying all but mowing and poison. It must prevail without choice. It must drink the sunlight, devour the earth and make babies. It's a beautiful thing . . . and painless.
"Now this I say, brethren, that flesh and blood cannot inherit the kingdom of God; neither does corruption inherit incorruption. Behold, I show you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed. In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed. For this corruption must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on immortality. So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, 'Death is swallowed up in victory. O death, where is your sting? O grave, where is your victory?'" (St. Paul, I Corinthians 15:50-55