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.
Christmas Kind Of
It’s not a poinsettia.
This hibiscus is the more tropical version of a festive, red bloom for the season, perpetually flowering in a clime that holds at about 72 degrees, year-round.
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