According my Merriam Webster Dictionary, one of the definitions for sport is "an individual exhibiting a sudden deviation from type beyond the normal limits of individual variation usu. as a result of mutation, esp. of somatic tissue."
I think that's what's going on with this lovely pale clematis, blooming on the same vine amid all its deep purple sisteren and brethren.
But I'm not so sure about this autumnal branch of orange leaves on the buckeye tree -- this may just be a dying limb that chose to go out in style.
And then there's Eddie -- the sole feline member of dog club. I'd say he's a sport, in more ways than one.
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