Pretty, but I don't know your name

I have no idea what this plant is called (I know, that is a common theme for me).  I also have no idea where it came from, have no interesting tale to tell about it, and haven’t a clue about what environment it likes to live in.  All I know is once a year it covers itself with these beautiful flowers, usually when nothing else is flowering.  When it turns cold the flowers are gone and the leaves depart soon after that.  It becomes a stickly bush that begs to be pulled up.  Fortunately for it (and me)  I usually am too busy tending to other plants and never get around to yanking it out of the ground.

One of the advantages of not knowing this flower’s name is I have no preconceived ideas about it.  All I have is what it shows me.  It is what it is when it is.  I like that.  Sometimes I wish people didn’t have names or lables either.  Sometimes I would like for each meeting with another person to only be about what is presented in that moment.  Wouldn’t that be different?

I hope you don’t know this flowers name either.  I hope you can just enjoy its beauty…and have a wonderful weekend.