On the dying morning glory vines, there is one flower that blooms. It’s surrounded by tiny pale leaves and larger ones that languish with yellow and brown spots. But you can see more sky through the leaves than green now.
These vines had bloomed their blossoms way too fast, and now all that’s left is one open flower and a number of closed buds. I do not know if they will bloom. There does not seem to be much energy left for that.
But this sight does not depress me, though I would wish for better conditions for these vines and that flower. What speaks to me is how we are like that. How even in the most unfavorable conditions, there are those who can bloom anyway.
And for some reason, today, that makes me smile.
