What memories the mandevilla brings! How can I ever forget this? A long time ago in spring while I was tilting my watering can near our mandevilla plant spiraling around the mailbox post, my young son (about 4 years old that year) frolicked in our front yard and played busily around me. Nearing the mailbox in his romp, he stopped suddenly & said, “Momma, come look at this!” I was thinking he had found a line of marching ants, a busy, pollen-covered bee, maybe a ladybug, beetle, or frog. I stopped what I was doing and looked at my wide-eyed, blue-eyed son. He had one pink bloom cupped in his little hands while leaning closer to the flower, and he excitedly called out again, “Look, Momma! There’s a little sunshine in there.”
In this season, I’m always drawn to the pink mandevilla, and I smile every time to see the “lil’ sunshine in there”. I. Cherish. This. Memory. So. Precious. From. Long. Ago.