Perhaps I’m too easily pleased, but this flower, if indeed it’s called a flower, reminds me of 4th of July fireworks, bursting and then bursting again. Its setting is decidedly ordinary, but its form is remarkable. I know nothing about the plant that produced it, it seems buried beneath pumpkin leaves — you can see just a hint of pumpkin at the top — but I’m glad that I stopped to look. A few days later, it wasn’t there. Only the memory of it and lazy leaves soaking up the sun.