...when I see the blooms of an esperanza, I think of the French verb, esperer, to hope. From there, I think of aspirer, to breathe. And then I think of the english word, aspire, which in its way, is to hope also, to hope to be something of true worth. And I can't look at the blooms of an esperanza (which perhaps is a spanish word, or an italian word), without knowing the joy of yellow, yellow, yellow.

(By the way, the bloom in the middle photo is not an esperanza, but it snuck on board somehow, and it can stay.)