
Look what greeted me tonight, upon my return home.
One lovely red flower had opened in today's sun, right next to my front door.
As I trudged from my car, for once parked not too far away, with two computers stuffed into a bag over my drooping right shoulder, wondering what might be in my mailbox (nothing useful), I spotted her.
I planted lots of plants this spring. Virtually all have proved to be failures. But, in this particular pot, I simply watered a few bulbs I'd noticed nestled in the soil. I don't know how they got there, but the main one has evolved into this display.
As I look at these lovely petals, so delicately parted, I can only think of hope. Well, to be honest, I also think about entering, penetrating, and climaxing, but that would be my testosterone talking.
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