In my hometown, springtime is ablaze with vibrant color as the blooms of rhododendrons put on a show. They seem to be everywhere. But before long the flowers fade and drop to the ground, leaving the nasty deadheads to contend with (or ignore).
However, in my front yard, next to the road, there is one small unassuming rhododendron which does not show its color along with the rest. It waits… and waits. Spring turns into Summer, and Summer into Autumn, and still it waits.
And then when the leaves of many of the trees have already turned, and many others have fallen, this one small bush decides to do what it should have done months ago, bloom. And what would have been lost among the many in April or May, instead puts on a rare spectacle for all those who pass by to see.