Stepping outside my door today, I stopped, struck by the beauty of the blossoms on one the bush that lines our walkway. I don't even know its name, or the name of its blossoms. Most of the year it never blooms, standing there with its stiff, lanceolate shaped leaves hanging down, often curled in around the edges, looking a bit sad and forlorn. But when it does bloom, it's magnificent. So I took this photograph with my phone: