A little pot of miniature roses pickup up while grocery shopping one day has grown into a wonderful flowering rose bush in a pot outside the front door. The roses are orange as buds, deep coral-pink as they open and then turn paler with dark edges, until they fade as pale pink petals falling softly into their next life.
That's a partial view of the flowers growing on my little deck, outside the kitchen glass sliding door. They are so colorful and a joy to look. I've cut back the cleomes so that each stalk is now growing at least two more blooms.
This little fellow, below, was sitting so quietly on the bonsai maple leaf that I almost didn't notice him. A week later, again while watering the flowers, I felt a strange, light gripping sensation on my hand and looked down jsut in time to see the pale green grasshopper -- this time much bigger, before he hopped to another leaf. So beautiful!