Right on schedule, it’s Purple Time on and around the Urban Porch again. It’s been raining, raining, raining, adorning the petals in watery gems.

Stopping by a friend’s house over the long holiday weekend past, I was met with the stunning sight of an impressive Clematis plant taking over her front steps. She seemed unimpressed with my gaga-ness over the massive blooms. I took a piece home and will attempt to root it.

Bearded Irises to the left of the porch wear tiger-print undies beneath their frilly lilac petticoats.

Lobelia hanging in a basket gets blown around by west winds.

Salvia planted haphazardly in the median fights the encroaching hostas and dayflowers for light.

If the mesmerizing scent of Wisteria hadn’t lured me toward the back fence, I might have forgotten it was hidden behind the parked truck and missed its show.

Even the Ground Ivy has little orchid faces peeking out from beneath it leaves.

Delicate, fragrant spikes of lavender rise from pots on the porch.

A search about the meaning of purple reveals a variety of choices as to what this color may represent. Depending on the culture, shades of purple can be an expression of spirituality, denote royalty, a symbol of luxury and wealth, of wisdom or intuition. Purple feels mature, antique, somewhat moody, at times a tad witchy. It can also be a reflection of sadness. The darkest of purples has been both attractive and yet leaves me with what can best be described as a bruised heart. A little bit melancholy, ever so slightly aching for something on the periphery, unnamed.

Green enhances the vibrations of purple, a colorway which tends to stimulate the senses (at least it does mine). Before this month closes out, I just wanted to share these beautiful Purples of May.

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