A day, maybe a couple of days, to shine, that's all. The red hibiscus, would you call it a scarlet? A burgundy? A merlot? Two days ago, it was a green budlet, with small lips peeking voluptuously out. A day ago it was ripe, its red then a black-red, blood, formed blood milk. Today, by the time I had done my morning walk, it had bloomed. Full face on, a scarlet plate. An offering.
Not a sprint, not a marathon, no many-clicked bike race, but not quite acrobatic gymnastics ( we leave that to the squirrels, swinging from hanging green rope to rope at ridiculous altitudes, with that last drama twist and the full-footed landing). Just steady on, and then the show.
By tomorrow or the next day, the full show will encurl back. And another newbie will appear, ready to show off. July into August, yes. The sun is lowering in the sky for we Northeasterners, we know it is, we just need a few weeks more to really feel it, when night comes suddenly in its blue window, during dinner. (As the scarlet plates bloom on.)
(Photo by Susan)