At the entrance to our residence are an assortment of pots in various sizes and shapes. Some old and some just new. They house an amazing variety of plants. We see them each morning before we leave for work. We look for tiny new flowers or buds that have sprung up in the quiet of the night when we were asleep, oblivious to what was going on around us and deeply involved in our own dream world.
We invariably find something new that shows up only in the delightful hour of daybreak.
The hibiscus opens up a scarlet red bloom with a tiny set of fingers at the heart, holding soft yellow balls of pollen. The subtle smell is at once captivating and elusive.
Then there is the nasturtium, which is equally exquisite in its display of cuplike flowers in yellow orange glory, almost trying to imitate the vast canvas of colours that the sunrise has created as a sort of wake up call. When I look closer I spot the whisker -like stem which balances the flower so beautifully, like the clown in the circus walking the tight rope. The disk shaped dark green leaves that surround this delicate flower seem to be giving a standing ovation.
There are other flowers too, in the small garden that provides the background.
The honeysuckles are already hosting a breakfast party to the honeybees. The morning glory seems to be still in half a mind to open its purple blue flowers, hoping that the bees will go away and let it enjoy the warmth of the morning sun, without their noisy interruption.
I enjoy these subtle games played by the flowers while I sip my first cup of coffee for the day. It is only a short time, a few minutes before I get busy with the morning rituals. But that short time sets the pace for the day. I wouldn’t like to miss it except under unavoidable circumstances such as heavy rain or storm.
How blessed I am to be so fortunate to enjoy such brilliant displays of nature. The laughing flowers always fascinate me.
