Her petals are thick and fleshy, unlike the frail petals of wild flowers in our garden. Today, one of her petals, revealed a sharp thorn.

Like a stoic, valorous sentinel with a razor sharp weapon, this petal guards her beautiful temple, from unwelcome predators. 

 Only tiny, beautiful bees, swoon and dive, deep down into her hypnotic sea of pink. In time, their furry, velvety bodies are full of her soft, lemon-white, pollen dust. They celebrate and teach, the art of lingering, and sipping tastefully, from these divine, sacred, fragrant wells …