Sometimes If You Look Too Hard

The first Amyrilla blooms were once the sign of my late
neighbor's birthday, which also coincides with St. Patrick's
day. This benchmark of when and how many, along with
the intensity, which would alternate every other year. This
year should show a spectacular show of blooms. Up until
this year they would have been in full bloom by now and
have more than enough to represent this flower with an
intoxicating bouquet for all the senses. Most of which were
grown from seed and the originals came from my grandmother's
garden. So not only do you have the originals but variations
of said originals and therefore the results can be more beautiful
than their certifiably patented parent.

So this morning I thought I would see if there were any Amyrilla
blooms to be found, while admiring yesterday's rainfall. You may
ask how does one admire yesterday's rainfall? Let's start with the
moisture in the morning's air. Generally this would be typical for
an early morning venture except that this is mid morning and the
concrete is still damp and not with just the morning's dew. All
that is green is now a deeper color of green and sparkle with
either drops of rain still captured or still not evaporated because
of the heavy moisture that is still in the air.

 Then there is the smells. What was once dry is now wet. Plenty
of dried out and once green and viable that is now brown, whether
it's leaves, grass or dried twigs.Various droppings from all the birds,
insects and lizard. Not to mention all that is microscopic, bacteria
and all that bio mass that have been now infused with yesterday's
rain and know perfuming the air with what we associate with
an earthy aroma.

The sound, as I walk along what was once dry and crunchy is now
well, damp and spongy. While all this is going on and stimulating
the senses, at first the only bloom I see is this seven inch stalk topped
with a tiny and possibly it first ever soon to be a flower. These Amyrilla
are always producing new bulbs, clones if you will, that in time eventually
bloom. A long with and even shorter shrimp of a bloom, to it's left. A nice
surprise in it's self but still a bit disappointed. Do I see the nearly two
footer just behind it? Nope! I had already made up in my mind that there
are still none to be found. So as if blinded by a self full filling prophecy, if
for only a matter of seconds. Not until I ready my cell phone's camera
do I see the this and another tall bloom, still days if not a week to bloom.

This years first Amyrilla blooms not including the various African Iris blooms.