Deeper

The sun is shining again this morning. Yesterday afternoon, half an hour before the scheduled walk with a friend, the sky went darkblue dark and then it rained. Fortunately no storm. Unfortunately no walk.
The Night-flowering cereus is just a memory now. It bloomed for only one night. The scent, that somehow made me later imagine that Imelda Marcos could have been wearing perfume like that, was gone the next day. My son said the following morning that the flower smelled like potatos. And it did indeed. How strange that the plant can produce such a strong, seductive scent for a few hours at night and the next day it smells like potatoes. Why does it do that? I do not think anything happens by accident in nature.
Here is 'an insight' to a yellow bell-flower that I photographed a few days ago.

Copyright Kirsi Reinikka 2012