Often, we fix our gaze on the vibrant display of wide-open, full-bloom. But I also love the furl. The beauty found in the delicate creases that come with a flower unfolding. This one, a hibiscus, given to me by my son, Jeb, on a morning walk. Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related