The word ephemera most often refers to things printed on paper that people collect, that were never meant to last very long: matchbook covers, labels, postcards, stuff like that. Ephemeral means lasting only a very short time. Like those insects who live for only one day. Sometimes when you are an artist, people say things to you like, “This will be worth a lot of money someday.” Sometimes they add, “after you’re dead.” It’s a funny thing to say, isn’t it? Sometimes we make something we really like:
and, in the bigger scheme of things, it doesn’t last very long:

Most things don’t, really. But it’s still worth trying to make something wonderful. Make it for now.
P.S. I’m a little disappointed that my scanner can’t see the green in these pics very well. Mentally make the backgrounds greener if you can, please.
P.P. S. I’m not sure this is exactly what I wanted to say. Check back in six months. Maybe it will be different. Or maybe it will just disappear.
I always look forward to your posts. A great thought for the end of the day. Thank you.
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thank you, Mary Beth — it means a lot to me to hear that!
I also like to think of the spring ephemeral wildflowers that only last until the forest canopy fills in. I just saw the last of the yellow lady slippers on a walk this morning. Even though they are leaving, the columbine and others are coming in to keep the forest beautiful. Thank you for this thought on other things ephemeral.
Thanks, Emma — I saw some of the columbine in the woods this morning — so beautiful!
I love ephemeral. I love the word, the idea, the objects (letters, wildflowers, etc.). I love your snail and his proud yet modest satisfaction.