No, I’m not angry. It just seems that everywhere I look this week, I see red and variations of red:

A new hibiscus for the secret garden that is so secret it doesn’t know it’s a garden.

Some dianthus

one of the buds on the red knockout rose my mother gave me for Christmas two years ago

one of the bottle brush bush blooms at the “retreat” at Bennetts Point

See? I told you, there is red everywhere this spring!