Flower Fridays: Bougainvillea

Bougainvillea Sifnos island, GreeceHappy New Year! I am so lucky to begin the year with a flower Friday blog. Today’s blossom is the delicate and lovely bougainvillea. I grew up in the east with no knowledge of the pretty bushes with their frilly arms draping over creating arches of color. When I moved the California I remember the first time I saw the vibrant blooms. No fragrance to speak of, the massive bushes caught my eye and I have loved them since. They look like paper—they are even known as paper flowers in some countries. The colors are marvelous from deep, deep purples to fuchsias to pale peaches and everything in between.

Beautiful pink magenta bougainvillea flowersNative to South America, they are found in most warm climates from the Mediterranean to Hawaii. Which means that I have to travel if I want to see them (or visit an indoor botanical garden). Bougainvillea would make a perfect backdrop for a wedding ceremony. I envision a couple saying their “I dos” nestled under the bows swaying in a gentle breeze. So sweet.

Town of Unspeakable Things
By Allison Seay
Then there was the time I looked directly into the face
of the life I thought I was missing,

of love. I used to think to be not alone meant
never having to walk through the high wheat

or struggle in the water. Not having to decide not
to fling from some height.

Once, the two of us rode one bicycle.
I wore a straw hat and perched on the handlebars

and beside us the sea oats swayed like skirts
and I heard a trilling in the crabgrass.

The sidewalks were bleached as Grecian stone
as we rode past the fish shop smelling of morning—
salt, bread, limes, men.

Riding in front, it was such that
I could not be heard always, at least not the first time

for you pedaled into the wind
and my hair was a ribbon in your eyes.

I said I thought bougainvillea was a stoic plant
and then had to say twice, no, stoic! and then
no, the bougainvillea! and then you said easily

it was nothing like that at all.

But our future was clear enough when I asked if you saw
the clean aprons of those men

(how much longer you think until they clean the fish?
did you see how white those aprons were? did you see?)
To which you said
How much is it, then, you think you need?

XOXO Rachel

Published by Rachel Mueller-Lust

I'm a writer, executive & life coach, wedding officiant & Life-Cycle Celebrant®, psychologist, media researcher and teacher. I explore language, relationship & connection, living a fulfilling life and the beauty & wonder of the world.

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