A few weeks ago, I drove by these interesting cone-shaped flowers. This building always has bright blooms that bring color to this busy intersection, but it’s location is not ideal to take pictures unless you park around the corner and walk over to the front.
Not feasible with 2 kids in the car who may give you that funny look when you tell them what you’re up to. “What? You mean I have to unbuckle my seat belt and get out of the car for 5 minutes, and buckle up again. No, mommy. Just no.”
However, traffic has diminished dramatically in the past few weeks. It’s almost surreal to see the empty streets and roads. At a stop light, I rolled down the window and took these pictures. Don’t worry: I didn’t stop traffic. It was during a light stop.
Moments when I pass by pretty flowers on the road they remind me of Robert Frost’s poem of that lost moment when you drive by (or in his case riding a train) flowers you’d like to examine. I think it’s a common experience for us flower enthusiasts!
“A Passing Glimpse” by Robert Frost
To Ridgely Torrence
On Last Looking into His ‘Hesperides’
I often see flowers from a passing car
That are gone before I can tell what they are.
I want to get out of the train and go back
To see what they were beside the track.
I name all the flowers I am sure they weren’t;
Not fireweed loving where woods have burnt–
Not bluebells gracing a tunnel mouth–
Not lupine living on sand and drouth.
Was something brushed across my mind
That no one on earth will ever find?
Heaven gives it glimpses only to those
Not in position to look too close.
Thanks Cee for hosting this challenge! Great to share my bloom finds with others.
