Pearly Everlasting It's what at last you notice after spring and all the summer flowers fail. The bleached-dry ridgetop meadow and the burn that almost took the town last year are coming back. When you've stared past trees like broken toothpicks in black mouths, and when you think there's nothing left here, you recognize and name it: Pearly Everlasting, as if a silver weed could redeem a whole landscape. Taylor Graham |