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'.