Behold, the grand bloom of the hibiscus – larger-than-life (or at least my hand), this beauty is relatively easy to grow, provided it gets enough food and water. I’m slightly ashamed to say I’ve neglected this particular specimen, located at a location far from the hose, but it’s come back dependably, and I promise to do better next year. The usual promise of a gardener late in the season. I inserted my hand for a better sense of the scale of its blossom. Immense, imposing, and striking from across the yard, it makes a showy, billowing mass of color that simply riots to be noticed. At this late stage of the gardening game, one appreciates an 11th-hour showstopper.
