Yesterday, the husband got invited to the mountain for something important and while there, he went around for a little exploration and took photos of things and browsing upon his phone gallery, I was fascinated to see that he kind of recorded the life stages of the passion fruit.
This for instance shows some young buds, others starting to open and one burst in full swing.
Here's a closer look at the insides of the flowers. Sometime ago, I stupidly asked how would this flower can turn into a large fruit. The husband pointed at the little green one at the center saying it's what grows and expands to become the fruit we see on the next photo.
I just surrendered to the thought that only nature knows how.
These are its fruits by the way. We call them the "American" and I don't know why. There are two varieties of passion fruits around here. This one being larger with sweeter pulps and the other type smaller, the skin turns purple when ripe and the pulp are sour.
And the ripe ones. They have yellow skin and pulps too. The old woman who resides on that place passed away over a year ago and that's probably one of the reasons why the fruits are still there because there was no one to pick them up.
Well, that's how the passion fruit lives, kinda. They grow and thrive and then wither or wilt then die for new shoots to come afterwards.
Much like them, our lives as humans also go through a series of stages from inception to infancy to toddlership (I just coined that word, lol), through adolescence, to adulthood...
There are years when we blossom and thrive. There are also times when are our lowest. While others may experience all of life's stages, some leave quite a bit too early and such is the magic of life I think...