These are smaller, not the huge, softball sized blooms like the others, more like exploded ping-pong sized balls of red.
They’re not clean or pristine, more tattered and battered. But they have that deep, purplish red color in spades.
Worn on the edges, but pollenating like no one’s business.
Come and get some of THIS, bees!
And while the thorns are quite sharp, frequent guests in the stems and leaves are the elusive little wrens that are so loud, so tiny, flittering madly, equally oblivious to the needle-sharp points and the dusky red beauty all around them.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 