It’s there, a dried husk, at the end of its life covered in vibrant colors full of new life. But there was a time when it was just a seed planted gently in the ground, watered, tended, weeded, loved. It grew daily. First tiny green twinned leaves then more a tiny tendril of life whipping around anything it could reach, climbing for the sun. Soon white flowers appeared along with bees and not long after – there it was.
It was green back then with little racing stripes of yellow. At first it