This is Saturday’s Harvest, on the kitchen windowsill. I am in love with the colors.
By the way, while I was out in the garden that morning, I plucked a flower from a crazy Passion vine. The flower started vibrating in my hand, and the first thing I thought was, “These danged things really are from outer space.”
Then a bee fell from behind the flower, and all was understood. I really rattled the poor little guy.