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Meeting an Old Flame

I'll be the first to admit that pretty flowers don't typically drive me into rhapsodies of poetic excitement. But this small flower does. Perhaps it's the blood-red color. I saw it for the first time this year on yesterday's bicycle ride into the forest.

As a recovering travelholic (an ex-full-time-traveler) I have to remind myself  that it's OK to have seen something before. After all, it's been a whole year since I've seen this little darlin'.


Sondra said…
Its a beautiful red, like Dorothys Ruby Slippers!
Thanks Dixxe,
The red of this flower keeps the photographer from even being tempted to sex it up with editing software.