There's nothing quite like a purple petunia. And when planted en masse, the effect is spectacular.
Petunias used to remind me of a neighbor who, while I was growing up, I found very scary for some reason. She had petunias on her porch.
Now petunias are happy flowers to me. They wiggle with the slightest breeze, they come in dozens of colors, they last all summer. Who's to complain?
After snapping the pictures on East 7th, I noticed that my new office space has flower boxes outside its many 12th floor windows. And what's in them? You guessed it. skgr