Hello dear friends, Here you see two different Passionflowers out of our garden. I love them so much, as also the bees and honeybees are very fond of them. We have another colour Passionflower bush, the original kind. I had grown it from seed, it took 3 years before it flourished, now this species is so strong that we see something of 30 flowers every day, it is a big bush now. Next time I will post a picture of this. Here a poem I made years ago. The Language of Bloom If flowers could speak, what would they say? A story long, or short on its way? Would they then share the secrets inside? If flowers could sing, in what tune would they confide? I see their open glance, their elegance clear, their colors unique— a beauty sincere. It is love, abundant, in all that they show, tender and soft, in the way they grow. Upright and proud, lifting to the sky, with a drop of honey glimmering in their eye. --------------------------------- De taal van de bloei. Als bloemen spreken konden hoe was hun taal in een lang of een kort verhaal ? Gaven ze hun geheimen dan prijs ? Als bloemen zingen konden in welke wijs ? Ik zie hun open blik hun elegantie . Met garantie hun unieke kleur . Het is liefde te kust en te keur . Teder en zacht hun vleiend open staan . Fier en omhoog met hier en daar een drupje honing in hun oog. . Dear friends thank you very much for your visit, take care. ;)