I think at the Botanic Gardens. Reminds me of all that wisteria in Italy. Things will remind me of Italy for a while, I reckon.
Purple is an amazing color. It seems to me to be one of those neither-here-nor-there yet best-of-both-worlds colors. Squint and you see pink. Squint again and you see blue. But it’s unequivocally purple, and proud of it. And it’s draped so very gently over those very round-y, boulder-y, rocky rocks. Like a gift handed out just so, murmuring, “You’re welcome.”