How did all this information get tucked away at the end of an ordinary stem? One lonely bloom, or group of blooms, on the way to the hospital. If I watched my phone and my watch along the way, as most of those I pass, instead of the things on the way, I might have missed this. Orange (or peach?) and red with stripes and all sorts of things well beyond my imagination. Flowers are so complicated that I think we only pretend to understand them. They become… I think… just flowers.