I'm sure that there have always been passion flowers growing in Wimbledon. Or have there been? Is it a sign of global warming that they are here, and happy? This one, anyway, was striking on my walk to the station in this morning's drizzle. I usually very much enjoy checking off on my list what I think as being the English blooms and leaves - at this time of the year, goldening horse-chestnuts, and fuchsias, and Michaelmas daisies - but this doesn't seem quite to belong on the list. Nevertheless, it's there, and startling.
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