In Ireland, my favourite flower is the wild yellow gorse, as those of you who have read my post on it will realise.
But elsewhere, it is the gorgeous, vibrant crimson Hibiscus.
It has no scent, but I love it anyway. There’s something so joyful about it, as if it is determined to make the most of life.
Which is just as well, as each beautiful bloom only lasts a day, then fades away with the dusk into obscurity.
There’s much we can learn about living from that.
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