Reveling because this is the time of year when all the hard work I've put in to my yard over the years pays off.
Also, further up in a sort of inaccessible spot, two charming imports from Australia, Leptospermum, or tea tree (but not the tea tree that they get oil from. Botany is so darn confusing) hold down the fort. The bigger one is a fabulous rose red and the smaller one has flowers that look white from the distance, but up closer reveal their pale, pale pink throats.
Suffering comes in because as much as I love this time of year, my sinuses hate it. I have been slowly drowning for two weeks in my own mucus and all I ask for is a burial at sea where, hopefully, the fucking pollen will not be able to find me.