Rosemary of
Where Five Valleys Meet had an interesting post last week about mayflies and their final "dance" before laying their eggs (click
here to read). David of
Travels With Birds also wrote last week about how British mayflies are currently seriously threatened by water pollution and climate change (click
here). These posts got me thinking!
One summer many years ago, I spent a day in Gimli, Manitoba, on the shores of Lake Winnipeg, during its annual mayfly (or as we call them here in Canada, fish fly) infestation. MILLIONS of them EVERYWHERE, on every roadway and surface. Not particularly pleasant but a true natural phenomenon.
Mayflies have a notoriously short life span (approximately 24 hours at most). But everything is relative, isn't it, as seen in this beautiful and wise poem which contains a lesson for us all --
MAYFLY DAY
by Jeanne Willis
Here is Mayfly.
It is her first day on earth.
It is also her last.
Mayflies only live for one day.
But is she sad? Not at all.
She is happy to be alive!
This isn't any old day.
This is the best of days.
She lives for each moment.
She sees the world begin.
She hears the crack of dawn.
And bathes in its golden glow.
A billion buds burst open.
All for her!
She tastes their honey.
Mayfly sees eggs hatch.
Babies born.
Lambs learning to stand.
The business of ants.
The dizziness of children . . .
The loveliness of things.
She feels the sun's warm hug.
The kiss of summer rain.
The magic of the rainbow.
It is her wedding day.
Trees throw confetti.
There are games on the lawn.
Breezes blow, bells chime.
Birds sing! She dances
to the music of the universe.
Mayfly lays her eggs.
It is a peaceful night.
The best of nights.
She makes one last wish:
"Little ones, may all your tomorrows
be as perfect as my yesterday!"
Mayfly watches the moon come up
and the stars go out.
And is thankful for her wonderful life.