Sunday, August 31, 2008


I inherited this plant last summer and added him to the potted garden I keep out on my porch. I don't know what kind of plant he is so, if anyone recognizes him, I'd love to know.

What I do know is, he's a climbing vine and overnight, if I leave the broom out beside him after I've swept the porch, he reaches out and spirals a tentacle around the broom stick. If I carefully un-wrap his grip, by the next day he's found his way around it again.

The plant is consciously reaching for the broom handle!

A few days ago I noticed this brush of tiny pink flowers extending from the ends of not one, but two of the vine's tentacles that had braided together, as if in a long erotic embrace, to produce a new generation of, "possibilities".

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