We can only hope that our gardens are, even on occasion, merely pleasing. That in itself is a victory. After that bar has been cleared, being beautiful and even transcendent is just a matter of degree, the reward of years of effort and expense. But still: Beautiful is only the intensification of pleasing. Ho hum.
Today, the milkvine in this picture brought what mere time, effort, and money could not: joyful surprise. To my knowledge, this vine's Fall foliage color hasn't been commented upon. Heck, even I didn't include it in the lengthy profile of 2012—and hadn't discovered it all the years since. Until today.