I have long thought Hibiscus flowers exotic and lovely. They remind me of Bali, where we often visited when we lived in Indonesia. Outside the little thatched roof lodging at Poppie’s Cottages where we sometimes stayed, large shrubs of the plant were always in bloom. Once I sat outside on the tiny porch where they left our kopi and mango breakfast and painted one of the flowers. I remember searching for a scarlet or vermillion paint that would allow me to capture the intensity of its color. Now I mostly photograph the hibiscus that grow in our garden. They help me remember to celebrate today – because today is all each flower has. Whether I enjoy the bloom as it grows with large glossy leaves, or pluck it to bring inside to grace our kitchen table, it only lasts one day. Putting its stem into water does not prolong the beauty. By the next morning, this flower’s petals folded shut.