Floral Surprise

Sugar and I headed out the door at a ridiculous 5:47 am. The morning was chilly and wisps of fog wafted through the grey sky. Car windows were dripping with moisture and the dew on the grass was deep enough to coat your shoes in one quick step.

I pulled the hood of my sweater over my shivering head and stepped into the morning gloom, Sugar gingerly picking her way among the twigs and leaves scattered across the sidewalk. I almost didn't notice the leafy morning glory vines draped over their trellis. I love the deep purple throats of the little glory trumpets. The majestic color is so rich you believe the blossoms to be made of velvet.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered three new blossoms that were not deep purple, but instead a ruby lavendar. Odd reddish color. They jarred glaringly against the green vines and purple flowers. In some sort of avant way, they were painfully bright, like some out of place twilight reflection of a sun nearly spent. I had no time to peruse their curiousness. Sugar strained against the leash, eager to deposit her morning duty on the other side of the building.

I followed her eager lead, but the garish flowers were burned into my retinas, leaving little shadow blobs fading from view as Sugar and I continued our walk. Quelle surprise!