I don't often take photos of flowers because, I must confess, I tend to find them a teeny little bit boring.
Now before you all start throwing things at the computer screen in disgust, it's not flowers that I find boring as such, it's just that I don't have a whole lot I can say about them. Flowers are pretty, some smell lovely, here's a photo of a flower. That's about all I can do.
And that's trying really hard.
But today, with this flower, things are a little different. Because this flower has sent me into alternating states of rapture and worry. Rapture because this fabulous little scrunched up rosella blossom is so pretty, and worry because I am under the impression that rosella should be picked before it blooms.
So now I think I may have missed all cordial and jam making opportunities.
Unless somehow the blossom stuffs itself back in?