Only one precious flower on this thorny shrub. A gift from a friend some years back, this plant survived my indifference and celebrates once in a while in this way. I am thankful for this single bloom even though sometimes I envy other people's plants that flower so effortlessly it seems to me. Somewhere I recall a line from some poem that goes something like "Lucy in the sky with diamonds, beautiful when only one is shining in the sky." Did I imagine this line or is there a poem somewhere like that, I wonder.