Walls

The journal seemed to be getting a bit colourless again and although this isn't the best moment in my garden for colour I thought the walls might make a suitable subject. This oddly huge plant was left by the last owner, a real gardener. It shoots out triffid-like proboscii which I take to be flowers, but they are really rather sinister having tiny flowerlets then large brown seed pods on very long thick stalks. I wouldn't dare to get rid of it. There is a threatening air to it when I pass as though it reads my thoughts.