These - except for one - are from a walkabout in my yard to see what the rain brought. Even though I'm as familiar as I can be with the weed flowers that spring up, they are still a good and beautiful surprise when they appear. One of the smaller purple orchids also decided to make a blossom show, which I love as they last forever, it seems. Another that I grafted onto a tree is finally showing signs of life as well. I thought it was a goner for sure, but that is the joy (and horror, when you wake up to a once healthy one dead) of plants...you never quite know what the next day will bring.
Purple (lavendar, if you wish)
Pink (I hear you "No, that's fuschia")
White (yeah, not a color - well, I beg to differ!)
Orange (and yellow and red and black too)
Grey (unfortunately, it didn't suck away Costa Bonita)
I was on my way back from Dakity after cleaning my dinghy's very overgrown bottom when I saw this spout. It got quite large before falling apart and seemed symbolic in a way...but I'm sure that was just my warped mind. I'm happy to report it only took one try to get back in my dinghy, though I have to admit my extremely ungraceful belly flop not being seen by anyone was a help. At 2.5 hp, I didn't exactly fly back in, but the dinghy felt about 40 pounds lighter.
Today truly was beautiful. A day to be in or on the water, or both. Maybe it was the past week of gloominess or maybe it was the bright blue sky, the sun truly out, a makeshift umbrella and a little bit of business with a lot of smiling people, but the day shone well. I bid it adieu in hopes of one like it tomorrow.