All Around The World

Isn’t this something? A bright yellow Hibiscus that I found walking to another place. I saw this bright yellow blob in the distance and headed right to it. I made a lot of pictures. How could I not? How could anyone not?

I’d love to tell you where I made this picture, but I can’t remember where I was. This was the summer of 90 days on the road. Much of the time most of us didn’t know where we were. That’s just how it was this time. Things were just a bit frazzled, especially for me because I was bouncing from one to another.

Enough of that.

I grew up with these flowers, but they were mostly red or deep orange. They grew on a big bush. You could trim it, and trim it, and two weeks later it was as big as ever. That is, until somebody — maybe me — crashed into it and managed to damage the trunk. It survived, but it was never the same. Sometime during the never ending summer I went to have a look at it. It’s still there where it always was, near the garage. The bush must be at least 60 years old.

That’s it.

It’s Sunday. Rest. Relax. Try not to throw something at your television when your favorite teams loses in whatever sport you enjoy.