My friend, Susan, told me the other day that she had some passion flowers growing at her place, and I asked if she would pick one for me to photograph. She and her husband showed up that evening with a whole bucketful. "It's hard to pick just one", she said, and a glance at the tangle of intertwining tendrils confirmed what she said.
One of the flowers started opening yesterday morning, like purple and white spaghetti spilling out of its green package, and by afternoon every strand had escaped. The flower culminates in a fruit, soft and green, similar in size and shape to a small lime. When ripe, it turns dark yellow and brown, and has a sweet, edible pulp.
The first time I saw a passion flower, I was astonished by its intricate beauty, and I imagined that I had made a discovery that would soon make headlines in the botanical world. As it turns out, they grow wild here, and no matter how many of them I have seen, they continue to amaze me.