Little Missy, the flower, is one of my wife’s favorites. The problem with it has been that it doesn’t bloom that often. A few days ago my wife called to me, “Come see Little Missy!” I knew that that meant bring the camera. I quickly grabbed by iPhone and took this photo. Notice the detail you can get with an iPhone.
Incidentally, the reason why I stress it’s Little Missy, the flower, is because one of our Pugs was named Missy. My wife found the plant shortly after Missy, the Pug, passed away. We have an extra sentimental fondness for this particular flower and am always happy to see it bloom. Missy, the Pug, would have liked it. She liked to smell the flowers in the garden.
