The moss rose that I planted in May never flourished. Most years minimal effort is rewarded with profuse growth and an abundance of flowers. This was the one annual that never failed me.
Until this year.
Maybe it was the lack of rain. Supplementation with the hose was more miss than hit. I think I stopped watering altogether back in August. Probably earlier than later.
Despite my neglect and the waning light, a flower blooms. A reminder to me, to us all, that there can beauty amid the decay. Something that is easy to forget as October's feast of color succumbs to brown.