But, dang, he has great eyes! I think all three of my brothers are far sighted. I’m so nearsighted I put my glasses on as soon as I get up and don’t take them off, except to wipe the sweat off my face, until I go to bed at night.
I tried to crop the photo in closer, but it is one off my old laptop and the windows photo program won’t do it for me. And I haven’t installed anything else to try…
But back to my story. My middle brother and I have a lot in common besides our parents. We both love flowers. Bro spotted a flower yesterday on a vine growing up a dead tree out back.
If I knew how to draw an arrow I’d point to the white flowers in the middle of the photo. The dead tree that the vine with the flowers was growing up into is behind the back fence and there is poison ivy all around. He is highly allergic and I told him that I’d put on my old jeans and boots and weedeat my way in to locate the base of the vine and clear out around it to possibly dig it up and replant it where it would be safer to enjoy and I was going to do that tomorrow.
Bro thought it my be an egret flower. These egret flowers look somewhat like their name and Bro had purchased them for me this past spring. I planted them but as to date we’ve not even seen a sign of them.
I thought it was a passion flower or passiflora, a passion vine. In searching for information I found out that another common name for passion flowers is Maypops.
There are passifloras in many colors. They are an absolutely beautiful flower and I’ve tried once before to try to raise one when we lived farther north in Bartlesville, OK, and didn’t have any luck.
My Bro is, if nothing else, not afraid to admit when he’s wrong…at least to me… and I’d be the first to say that about flowers he is rarely wrong. He went out to smoke late this afternoon and came back in and handed me this flower…
with a big smile, ‘cause he knew I was right and he also knew that as far as plants and flowers I’m not often right. And that it was more important to him to figure out what the flower was rather than to be right. He spotted another vine that wasn’t so deep into the brushy, poison ivy laden area, broke off a piece of vine with a bloom on it and brought it in to me.
I love my Bro.
