Posts, Pictures, and Pointless Ephemera
Maybe that flower's great-great-great grandmother took the bad acid at Monterey.
Passion vine, those are great.
Yeah, I love them. This photo is actually from a few months back, before this past winter's wicked freezes, when our passion vine covered a six-foot-tall fence, running halfway down the block, with dozens of flowers like these. The freezes killed it back to the ground, but I'm happy to say that it has returned, and has once again started it's journey along the fence. No blooms yet, but some day.
I have a hard time with these. They look very Seussian, and yet they're named for serious Christian tragedy. Ten white petals for the apostles, a crown of thorns (the blue fringe), three stigmata (purple) for three nails, and five anthers (green) the five wounds. That's some heavy stuff for a very gaudy flower. But they're lovely.