this creeping vine was growing along the edge of a vineyard today, where steve was harvesting some wild fennel for our baked fish dinner. we showed our find to our next door neighbor, jean-luc, to confirm that the flower in question was, indeed, wild mauve. he confirmed our identification, and then observed that, “elle fait la gueule.” in other words, “she’s pouting,” due to a stretch of excessive heat, and a lack of rainfall. and in fact you can see that, despite her brave flowers, her leaves are looking a little pouty. we forgive her. she’s doing her best. and she smells a lot better than the hoffman family after several days of this kind of heat. believe me.

wild mauve/mauve sauvage (malva sylvestris)

autignac, languedoc, france

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