This is the kind of bleeding heart that my mom used to first teach me this story of how the bleeding heart got its name. These used to grow wild where I grew up and I used to pick bouquets of these, wild forget-me-nots and other flowers to sell for 25 cents a bunch.
This flowering quince also came from my childhood home, I dug up a piece before my parents sold the property. I think it is a very simple, elegant and lovely plant.
Even a fallen petal can have extraordinary beauty - just look at the "veins" in the petal. So delicate.
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