... by way of an experiment: using the iPhone's Night Photography feature - i.e., no flash, Basically, of course, this just means a three second exposure: a mini tripod would have helped, as would a still, quiet night. As it is, there's a hot Santa Ana wind blowing, at the end of a hot day. But unlike poppies, which shut themselves up when there's no sun-worshipping to be done, the nasturtiums stay open and awake. They, too, are part of my wildflower seeding ...
... although not deliberately. Try as I can, I really can't bring myself to like nasturtiums. I think this has everything to do with the fact that all the early ones that I met - when I was about four - invariably had earwigs in them. I hate earwigs. They are the only insect I really, truly, detest. I'm sure that for someone (another earwig?) they have their attractions, but other than being one of the very few non-social insect species to show maternal care, I can't think of any. Tennyson called them battle-twigs, which is decidedly less body-invasive: I guess that's Lincolnshire usage? Anyway, I didn't run into any this evening, which was a relief.
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