Unexpected

I have a soft-spot for gladioli.  One of the most sensually-abundant flowers.  Their petals, a hue of flamboyance.  Why are gladioli so frequently part of a funeral arrangement?  Life & death, equal partners.  So, what's the backstory on these gladioli?  A month or so ago several green stalks popped up in a patch of dirt in our  your patio.  I decided to see what nature would offer.  Looks like we will have an abundant harvest of gladioli.  Whether they will all be this delightfully-shocking pink/purple, is a question for time's unraveling.  Stay tuned.  I am.  
 

This message is brought to you from Fritz:

"Friends, box selection should never be undertaken lightly; one must be open to the unexpected, to the adventure unfolding.  A box marked "priority mail" is generally a fine starting place.  If you have question, please email me.  I am quite an expert on boxes and the selection of."   

 

A burst of joy

 in the unexpected, ordinary.  

Unexpected

 and perfect.  Headdresses are crucial.   

Mid-January?

Each season has its pots of the unexpected.  An iris in the back yard.  The hills, vibrant green in contrast to a monochromatic gray sky.  Opposites in conversation, not opposition.  
 

Nope

not a starfish on a rock nestled against succulents.  This is a corpse plant, enticing pollinating flies by its rotten scent. Bancroft Gardens is a treasure trove of the unexpected as well life should be.

Memories can come as the unexpected

 spill of candy corn when it's months before Halloween.  There's a message here -- all these petite capital "As."   

Spring is

a jumble of the unexpected -- welcomed.  Much like a meal of leftovers nourishes eyes & body.

 

Welcoming the most unexpected

 

Visual joy from the unexpected

A mushroom roasting on a grill. Another time, a poem which doesn't look like a poem, but tastes like one. Sometimes, poems are too hot to touch. As in an over-roasted poem is an over-edited one. Not tasty. Comes down to the tasty and the untasty.