i love bougainvillea. to a northerner like me, it always signifies warm temps and flip flops and the heavy sweetness of gardenia hanging in humid tropical air. my daughter brought this one home from palm springs, and i was giddy, but i found myself moving it unproductively around the house trying to find a natural spot for it. at some point it became clear that it just didn’t fit. it looks like a neon sign in an eero saarinen church. like trying to fit duval street into downtown stockholm.

bougainvillea

palm springs, california