Titanarum

Flowers are so sexual. That must be the connection between romance and flowers in Western cultures. But let’s face it flowers don’t care about our love lives. All a flower is concerned with is to get the plant laid. And like us animals they come in all shapes, colours and sizes. I love flowers. Most of them, anyway. They only ones I don’t like are sun yellow and brown orange. As for blue flowers, they make me go weak at the knees. The one I’ve posted belongs to a cactus. I can’t tell you what kind of cactus as I’m too lazy to do any research. (Well, at least I’m honest, what with it being Monday morning and all). But back to the sex. The sex organs of flowers are far more complex than a woman’s fanny and a man’s willy. I did try to understand it all but, frankly, I don’t. There’s an ovary (yes, we know that one), a style and a stigma. Eh? And as for the male organs we are talking stamen, anther and filament. I know. Me too. Sometimes knowledge is not useful at all. But still, we can watch while they go about their business (with a little help from a willing bee).