I’ve been looking at this flower in passing for the last week or so, but not given it the attention is really deserves.
But you can hardly blame me, with those razor-sharp edges, no wonder I didn’t want to get too close when I walked by. There’s a few of these plants in pots by the front door and with evidence of their nasty edges up and down both arms, why would I want to wear more proof that those edges are sharp?
Today though, the flower screamed at me from the other side of the yard and I approached, sceptical in my preconceived assumption of what the flower actually was. Some fancy bromeliad I thought.
As it turns out, that’s exactly what it is.
Imagine my surprise, and delight, when I finally stood close enough to inspect it.
How gorgeous is this? It’s smaller than the length of my hand (with fingers extended), pink and prickly and just spectacular nestled as it is in the breast of the plant that created it.