One Bloom

A couple of years ago I bought Mrs A an exotic plant. Mind you this was no cheap orchid or something. It was an Asian Hibiscus that had been raised with the stalks of three major plants intertwined. It was not cheap, around $80.00. But she wanted it, and I love exotic plants.

The first year it bloomed, and we put it away for the winter. She trimmed it back severely when we brought it in for the winter. It came back well. It had bloom buds when we put it out in June.

Of course it immediately turned cold and poured rain. It almost killed the plant. We wanted so badly for it to be summer. The cold hard rain turned the vegetation a kind of slimy white, and it died back to the point that I worried it would survive. It slowly came back.

Our summer here in Lattelland was cold and rainy, but it struggled on, gaining strength whenever the weather turned warm, slowing when it turned cold. We despaired that it would ever bloom this year.

Finally this week, it produced it's first bloom, the picture of which accompanies this post.

What a beautiful Bloom. What a testament to the perseverance of life.

The weather is supposed to turn a little colder this weekend. We may never see another bloom this year, but there it sits in it's individual testament to the inevitability of life.

If we only celebrated the beauty of every such bloom.

Plant or Human.